Play with me?
06-07-2013, 06:33 AM
Tiny white lined ears perked up as Ryker head heard another voice. He wondered who was talking....or had talked. The pup barely knew where he was let alone where he was going. All the the tiny male knew was that he was in Valhalla. Surely he was more adventurous than his brothers and sisters. despite the concerned looks his mother gave him when he returned home; he always saw a smile smile on his father's maw. Each day that went by had proved that he was becoming more and more like his father. First he had preyed Uncle Cyril and had came back with a feather in his mouth. Then, he had started to wander off and follow his paws. And recently his attitude had been changing as well. Also despite the fact his pelt was the closest to his father's as well. The boy thought it was a bit weird but took pride in it. Didn't every pup his age want to grow up to be just like their daddy's?
Ryker's gray tipped tail waved in the air as he approached the voices. The boy wished he could have a friend like his father too, like Uncle Cyril! A smile appeared on his tiny maw as he thought about all of these great dreams and thoughts. Then of course he wanted to be kind and gentle like his mother. The only time he had seen her get angry so far was when Uncle Cyril had made a threatening entrance as a joke....so far... But the boy loved his parents. Some days he wanted to just snuggle up with them and stay that way for a long time. Ryker knew he was a big snuggle-bug, and he relished the moments when he did get to snuggle up with his parents, or sister, or brother.
Shaking his head, Ryker's aqua blue gaze with a green fleck in each settled on two wolves. Both seemed to be around his age; and one was asking the other if it was their fault for throwing something at them.
As soon as he stopped at a cautious distance from the two, Ryker stood there with his gray tipped tail still waving in the air.
"Hi" he said with a friendly smile
forgetting to introduce himself at the moment, the boy stood there waiting for a reaction or reply from the two other pups.
Ryker's gray tipped tail waved in the air as he approached the voices. The boy wished he could have a friend like his father too, like Uncle Cyril! A smile appeared on his tiny maw as he thought about all of these great dreams and thoughts. Then of course he wanted to be kind and gentle like his mother. The only time he had seen her get angry so far was when Uncle Cyril had made a threatening entrance as a joke....so far... But the boy loved his parents. Some days he wanted to just snuggle up with them and stay that way for a long time. Ryker knew he was a big snuggle-bug, and he relished the moments when he did get to snuggle up with his parents, or sister, or brother.
Shaking his head, Ryker's aqua blue gaze with a green fleck in each settled on two wolves. Both seemed to be around his age; and one was asking the other if it was their fault for throwing something at them.
As soon as he stopped at a cautious distance from the two, Ryker stood there with his gray tipped tail still waving in the air.
"Hi" he said with a friendly smile
forgetting to introduce himself at the moment, the boy stood there waiting for a reaction or reply from the two other pups.