He'd never been so far from home. The boy's chest swelled with pride. He was so mature. So grown up. Look at him, the little big man making his own way in the world. It was an adventure! And boy, was he brave. How many other boys could claim such a feat of bravery? None! He was sure of it.
Angelus strutted through the orchard with his head and tail held high. He took in everything, soaking it all up like a sponge and basking in the manly manness that came with his adventuring. He was a king in the making, a prince above princes, a- heyomganotherboy! His gaze landed on the brightly colored form of a wolf who was roughly his size. "Hey!" he called, his whole being poised in a manner that suggested extreme interest in the other. He didn't move, though. Instead he stood stock still and waited. Maybe this boy would play with him?
