Patrolling Warrior
05-14-2013, 07:07 PM
Surreal |
Tiny paws stumbled over stick and twigs that hid under fallen leaves as the deep grey she-pup forged her path through one of the many forested areas in Valhalla. Never once did she feel fear at being out alone, without Papa or Mama along t guard and guide her. Mismatched blue and gold eyes, still slightly dim in color, having yet to gain their full brilliance, gazed around determinedly at the world that made her look so small. She was a warrior. She was patrolling. Her thin tail was lifted high in confidence, head lifted high as she made her way through Valhalla. Mother had been napping. So had the others. Papa was out hunting, or patrolling, like her! She wanted to be a strong warrior like her father, and yet she wanted to be like her mother, too, gentle and kind. A squeak exploded from her little muzzle as she tripped over a stick, tumbling tail over nose to the ground with a muffled Oomph! She lay there a moment, surprised, then sat up and looked over her shoulder at the offending stick. Why that little? She yapped at it, high yips singing in the air as she unloaded a bit of embarrassment and temper at the stick, which naturally didn?t respond. Her outburst stopped as her still flyaway mind forgot the offence of the stick, and she sat back, rump wiggling as she looked around. Something was different. The smell? She lifted her head and sniffed, like Papa sometimes did. Yes, something was different. Her young mind didn?t fully understand the difference. An older wolf would have understood at once. She was on the other side of the border. The difference was fascinating to her. She had no inkling that she could very well be in serious danger. |
Surreal's family is allowed to crash any thread she is in, regardless of it being private or not.
05-14-2013, 07:46 PM
The brute listened to the kid. She was surprisingly smart for her age. He couldn't help but wonder about how she figured out Valhalla and Tortugan were enemies. She was a kid, he didn't understand why she worried about such things. At least her opinion of him and his pack wasn't biased though. Already she seemed to like him simply because he was a "friend" of her mothers. A soft chuckle was given though. She called him nice. He wouldn't exactly have ever fit himself into the "nice" category. He'd done some pretty horrible things in his time. Things she didn't even want to know about.
"No. I actually saved your mother from a not so friendly wolf not too long ago. Otherwise I'm sure she would have been eaten."
It probably wasn't the best thing to tell a pup, that her mother almost gotten killed and eaten by a disfigured wolf and a rat, but regardless the way he saw it she would at least be pleased he had saved her mother's life. Even if it was a rather crude way to word it for her.
"Talk"