You Were My Conscience...
04-06-2013, 09:03 PM
Iniko's excitement at finding other wolves had overrode any warning his mother had ever given him. She'd scolded him time and time again and had lectured him. She constantly reminded him that you avoided pack wolves and strangers, especially if they have a kill. They hadn't seen any other wolves in so long though. It was painful and he found his mother boring and over protective at times. He just wanted to have fun. It eventually got boring just by himself. What was wrong with meeting new wolves? Especially when these seem so friendly. They had reacted to him in a friendly way. At first they seemed surprised, and then they introduced themselves. His tail wagged furiously and only increased when the female, Ocena, asked if he was hungry. Ears pinned backwards against his skull as his mother's voice rang out as she drew near. Tail tucked inwards towards his stomach and he cowered in his place turning back to look at his mother that he'd just forgotten about. He began to move away from them taking note of her stare that she was giving him. This time it wasn't worth getting in trouble. This time. They stopped though as the male known as Gargoyle began to speak. His head picked up from it's dejected state and ears pricked forward with interest. His head cocked sideways then whipped up towards his mother as she growled and began to speak. What was going on? "Momma. Who are they? Do ya know em? What's goin' on?" Questions flew from his mouth as soon as he could think them. He was more than curios and he hadn't quite learned that curiosity killed the cat. He probably would never learned it either. He was curious by nature and had a yearning for knowledge and had no problem pestering others with question after question. His head whipped around again as he looked at Gargoyle. "Are ya an Alpha mister?" Speech, |