Hunting Stories and Snow Angels

*Domovei* · 06-03-2013, 02:53 PM

The call of one of his pack-mates was not something that Domovei felt as though he ought to ignore. Champion's call reached his ears and he barely hesitated to clamber to all fours, stretching out his stiff body. Ears would perk attentively, wondering why she had summoned someone -- not just him in particular, but anyone. He had scarcely interacted with her, but perhaps his prompt arrival would please her? Domovei was not one who generally cared who he impressed, but Newt had claimed him as her own, and so he would obey her. And part of obeying her, was accepting her place above him, and the wolves she chose to rule him as well. He knew that Champion was certainly above him.

Quietly he slipped from the den he shared with Newt and her children, wondering if she would grow to trust him to find one of his own soon. Silent as a mouse, he crept from the overhang, pausing once he saw what had occurred as he slept. Snow. Lots of it, piling up all around, falling from the sky with little inhibition. The snow was unpleasant to him, chilling the small male to his very core, and he frowned upon seeing it. But still he began to trot towards where Champion had called from, eventually finding himself creeping among the tall redwood trees.

Champion came into the small male's view before long; it seemed as though Kaios had beat him. Silently he approached the duo, tail tucked between his legs, body quivering ever so slightly as he lowered it to the earth. The look on his face was unreadable, void of both friendliness and hostility.

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