01-15-2010, 10:54 PM
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like...week late...poopies. also, this is getting old.
Strelein shrugged, rolling his eyes slightly at the remarks the golden boy made. "Okay, fine, I'll give you that one, only because there is less to keep warm in lupine form." Strel certainly knew that when there was less surface area to heat up, the fewer body parts that remain cold because there simply is not enough warmth to go around. Though the redhead certainly loved to sleep all warm and cozy, he did not ever want to wake up cranky and cross, ready to beat friends into walls in a half-asleep rage. While the attempt would have been funny, considering his upper body strength provided minimum survival assistance, him knocking into people who would smack back would have been bad. Well, for him. And to the matter regarding the golden male's status in the world, the redhead only nodded in agreement. He had given his own reason for pack life, but he fully agreed with Daisuke's. They were logical and reasonable, knowing the fluctuation of alliances in the life of a pack wolf.
The other male was teasing him, rather easily too. Strelein had warned him that he was no match for a wolf who loved to run and race around. As a pup he had been all for running around like a mad beast, but his need for speed had died out quite fast when his fascination for the humans' world raged like a wild fire. Even if he tried to push himself to his brink, the blond male would have probably laughed somewhat carefree and run a bit faster to stick with his pace. But then he had the audacity to keep pace, but a few inches in front of him. The encouraging noises made him whine back a bit at the golden male, wishing the teasing and mockery would cease. There were few things he liked less than that. Fighting, pain, and accidentally ripping cloth were ones below teasing.
"You're making fun of me!" he complained, letting a halfhearted grin form on his face, breath making white clouds before his nostrils. Then, a wicked grin suddenly appeared as the redhead made a lunge for the golden furred boy when his eyes were turned away from the competition. Strel would probably lose in a wrestling match too, but he did not voice that one out loud this time.
like...week late...poopies. also, this is getting old.
Strelein shrugged, rolling his eyes slightly at the remarks the golden boy made. "Okay, fine, I'll give you that one, only because there is less to keep warm in lupine form." Strel certainly knew that when there was less surface area to heat up, the fewer body parts that remain cold because there simply is not enough warmth to go around. Though the redhead certainly loved to sleep all warm and cozy, he did not ever want to wake up cranky and cross, ready to beat friends into walls in a half-asleep rage. While the attempt would have been funny, considering his upper body strength provided minimum survival assistance, him knocking into people who would smack back would have been bad. Well, for him. And to the matter regarding the golden male's status in the world, the redhead only nodded in agreement. He had given his own reason for pack life, but he fully agreed with Daisuke's. They were logical and reasonable, knowing the fluctuation of alliances in the life of a pack wolf.
The other male was teasing him, rather easily too. Strelein had warned him that he was no match for a wolf who loved to run and race around. As a pup he had been all for running around like a mad beast, but his need for speed had died out quite fast when his fascination for the humans' world raged like a wild fire. Even if he tried to push himself to his brink, the blond male would have probably laughed somewhat carefree and run a bit faster to stick with his pace. But then he had the audacity to keep pace, but a few inches in front of him. The encouraging noises made him whine back a bit at the golden male, wishing the teasing and mockery would cease. There were few things he liked less than that. Fighting, pain, and accidentally ripping cloth were ones below teasing.
"You're making fun of me!" he complained, letting a halfhearted grin form on his face, breath making white clouds before his nostrils. Then, a wicked grin suddenly appeared as the redhead made a lunge for the golden furred boy when his eyes were turned away from the competition. Strel would probably lose in a wrestling match too, but he did not voice that one out loud this time.