The Mourning Bells Are Ringing

*Korr* · 03-26-2015, 10:14 AM

Korr

'The Moonlight Shines Silver, My Teeth Shine Red'

He was not alone, no. As he walked past a stone pillar, a glimpse of fur was all he was given, no scent and no warning. It immediately had his hackles lifting, the side of his scarred muzzle that was always pulled into a faint snarl lifted more, a silent rumble in his throat. He tensed, waiting for the ambush with a hot-blooded impatience, yet none came. He lowered his head, then strode out from behind the pillar to see the wolf skirting around him.

Shameful.

"Alone?" He grunted, silver eyes watching the female(he could pick up her scent now, the wind had not been favorable) intensely. He watched her body, focusing on the way she moved and reacted, rather than her words. He couldn't understand half of them anyway. Few he met since leaving his homeland had spoken as he; and he learned to not expect it.

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