OOC: Now it begins >
Kemo had never been as happy in his life as he was on the journey with Ralla and her strange animal friend. Judging from the heavy footfalls this animal made, it was quite large, perhaps as large as the mooses he had seen around his home pack's territories, possibly as large as the black bears he had seen as well. This particular creature however, didn't seem as wild or vicious as the black bears and mooses were, contenting itself with just following them around where they went, though he led Kemo around by the rope in his mouth, so he was thankful to the beast. Sugar was his name, and he would not forget this creature in his lifetime.
It was Ralla, however, that he put most of his focus on. Her gentle laughs, the tone of voice she used to tell her stories with, the skill she had with story telling, he honestly couldn't find anything he didn't like about her. In his blindness, he always imagined her as an angel because there was no way someone as wonderful as her could be outside of his imagination. He would never complain, however, because no matter what he thoroughly enjoyed her company. All he could think about in the warm silence of the night, when she was asleep, or the gentle silence only filled with their paw and hoof steps and the sounds of nature, was her...Ralla Ralla Ralla.
It was only natural, then, that he wouldn't notice they had stopped until it was too late, bumping into her with a soft oomf and a sudden pushing from his thoughts. He licked her cheek apologetically. "I'm sorry, was lost in thought. Why did we stop?" If she answered that question, she would only be further cementing the fact that they had arrived, because at that moment an unfamiliar scent had arrived on the wind, and a female's voice carried with it. His head snapped in the direction the voice had come from and he was rewarded with the overwhelming scent of the unknown female. Not seeing the raising of her head, he couldn't tell if she was of high rank in the pack, but the other unknown scent told him she was in a pack, so he bowed his head to her.
Dropping the rope, he decided he would at least introduce himself then let Ralla deal with the talking. SHe knew what she was doing, he was merely along for the ride at the moment. "Greetings! I am Kemo and this is Ralla and Sugar. The wolf-like one is Ralla." He smiled, bowing his head slightly in respect to the stranger.
Kemo ”talks”, walks, and thinks.
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