07-13-2011, 12:03 PM
He'd snuck out of the pack lands. The young male was sick of his father always hovering over him. It seemed the adult spent his time going between obsessive worry and compulsive apathy when it came to the brunette male. Liam rolled his golden eyes, his paws following the river. He paused before crossing into the different territories, committing the scents to memory. He halted in his progress when he saw another wolf on it's belly, paws up in the air. An impish idea came to him and he went with it, disregarding every protocol drilled into him by his father. He'd give this wolf something to remember.
The muddy brown male crouched low to the ground, moving forward inch by inch, his golden eyes glittering with excitement. When he judged he was close enough, he'd leap. If he'd done it right, the wolf would be caught by surprise. If not, well, they'd spar.
There. Just a few feet away from her. He bunched his muscles, his body perfectly still. And then he leaped into the air, his muddy form ready for the collision that would surely follow.
The muddy brown male crouched low to the ground, moving forward inch by inch, his golden eyes glittering with excitement. When he judged he was close enough, he'd leap. If he'd done it right, the wolf would be caught by surprise. If not, well, they'd spar.
There. Just a few feet away from her. He bunched his muscles, his body perfectly still. And then he leaped into the air, his muddy form ready for the collision that would surely follow.