Into the great unknown
He'd hear strange words spill from the mouth of the grey creature, though they were faint. And as soon as he had barked, it seemed he'd startle them both. The tom would take to stamping his feet, and this behavior was strange to Zell. Maybe it was a native? That behavior was strange enough...he'd expect it from a horse or other hoofed animal, but a cat? It puzzled him. He heard the words of the female, his demeanor growing serious though humor still slipped through.
He stopped several feet from them, his stance said he was not here to threaten them, though he'd keep his guard in the off chance these wild cats tried to gang up on him. "Sorry to sneak up on you like that." He'd apologize. Which was uncommon for the brute, but he'd rather apologize then risk his fur being raked clean by these two. But even so, they didn't quite look fit for fighting...their figures appeared to be more lean, more lithe, as if they were built for running. He was curious about them, just as he was sure they were curious about him. "By the way, I am a wolf. Not a Native, as I haven't been here that long...What about you cats? Are you natives of this part of the continent?" He'd inquire politely, wondering if they would even talk to him or if they were as rude as the last creature he encountered...which ironically enough, was a wolf. |
