Do you feel more like a man?
04-09-2013, 11:39 AM
A sounds caught the male's attention, but it wasn't coming from inside the borders. No. It was coming from the outside, from behind him. A silent snarl encompassed his muzzle and eyes turned cold as he leaped to his feet, only to calm himself when he realized who it was. Loki. His mother, but what was she doing here? She didn't smell like Valhalla. No. She smelled like Tortuga. The scent had morphed to their territory, but it still smelled like them. What was she doing with them and when had this change taken place? She whispered in his ear. She seemed to have a knack for sneaking up on another, even his sharp nose hadn't scented her coming. He was more interested in seeing who would be coming from Valhalla. Not someone coming from a completely different direction. Fenrir's visage didn't change from the calm and cool collected state it was as he turned to look down at the ebony female. She didn't seem to have aged a bit and she was just as he remembered her. Slim, beautiful, and just as sly as always. "Ah, mother. Been with an island pack down south. Got wiped out by a hurricane." He rested his haunches to the ground once more and watched his mother. An ear flicked towards the direction from Valhalla keeping an eye out for someone from there. He still intended to join. He was not interested in Tortuga, even if his mother was there. Question was, was it wise for her to be here? "Mother, You should leave." Speech, |