08-14-2008, 11:54 PM
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-waves back!-
Endymion's pale green eyes roved across the territory with an almost forced interest as he waited, hands clasped behind his back. He was trying to keep his mind from wandering into the desperate spiral of illogical conclusions and rash decisions that had been threatening to swallow him for days since meeting his mother. He didn't want to think about his state of mind last March, or the family he let down, or his brothers and sisters that might be dead, or his father(s), or...
The sight and sound of the approaching coyote brought his thoughts back to the present. Though his sudden appearance nearly started the red wolf, his wardrobe and manner just confused Endymion, though his face remained reserved. The feeling was all the more increased by the coyote's idyllic gesture. Without thinking, the two-year-old halfheartedly waved in turn. The grin was infectious also; he smiled, but the expression felt strange, like moving your arm after it had been stuck in a cast for months. He shrugged off the thought. "I'm looking for Laurent Nakado," replied Endymion. The way he spoke had changed along with everything else. Instead of a stammering, hesitant barely-above-a-whisper voice, the wolf now spoke with confidence and strength. This, however, could only be said when in comparison to the past. It wasn't as if he boomed like a drill-sergeant now, anyway.