Paintings of the Past

*Zanire* · 06-10-2013, 11:58 AM

What's intewestin Miss? The woman jumped at the voice, eyes going wide for a split second, having been caught off guard. She turned her head, violet orbs falling upon a wolf, a young one too, standing just a few feet from her. How did he manage to get here without her realizing him? She did not smell him, nor see him at all. He just sort of.. came out of nowhere.

It was a good thing she was in a fairly good mood, not yet affected by the moodiness most bears get during this time of the year. Had she been in a foul one at all, she probably would not have hesitated in striking the child, out of her natural bear instinct. You sneak up on her or any bear without making your presence known, and they will go at you.

Taking a deep breath the beast's lips pulled back in a grin, a light chuckle escaping her jaws as she shook her massive head. It was only a pup. Un chiot avec aucun adulte! She reminded herself, laugh coming to an abrupt stop. What are ya Miss? I've neva seen you befwore. My name is Cweed! Mwighty wawwior of Glaciem! His small voice spoke up again, violet orbs looking to the male, a brow raising at his little tough guy show

Something hit her though, he said he was a warrior of Glaciem. Her head tilted to the side, nose sniffing the air, taking in as much as she could. Sure enough his scent got all in there, flooding her mind, matching it to the scent of those Glaciem wolves. And as she watched him chase his tail she tried to think about who his parents might be. It couldn't be that black shewolf she met, Midnight, she was black and had golden eyes, two things this little guy lacked. Within moments the boy had fallen over, dizzy form his circling.

Gargoyle's? He had the coloring and markings of the Chief, the only thing was the markings around his eyes and the color of his eyes, the massive male definitely did not have those. Il pourrait s'agir de la m?re. She figured, lots of animals got different things form each parent.

Mighty warrior of Glaciem, I Zanire. She smiled at him, lowering her head and giving him a little nudge in the side to encourage him to stand. These interesting. She lifted her head, turning her body so that she could motion towards the animals on the wall of the cave. Slowly her eyes ran over them, sparking a memory of her mother talking about how humans would do such things in her homeland. Cave paintings. These very very old, no see dem in my life. Only hear bout dem when I young like you. Her sentences were broken up, a hint of some accent mixed in it.

"normal.
talk.
think.
you"

Awesome image made by Clash. <3

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