06-06-2011, 07:02 PM
305.
While border checks were normally a routine comfort for Hybrid, this one set him on edge. He could detect a change in surroundings: there was a subtle scent lingering upwind and the trees were broken in a way that indicated carelessness. He normally wouldn’t have noticed the broken branches, but the scent of alcohol made him doubly alert this night. The sudden shift in the wind brought him this foreign smell, making his fur bristle and stand on end. He didn’t like having to deal with drunkards, but he decided to venture forth in case it was a wolf who had wandered too far into the forest thinking it was still the Dampwoods.
Hybrid frowned when he came closer and found himself growing annoyed when realization dawned. Talitha, who had the scent of a coyote in heat, was the drunkard. He should have suspected it, but he was never able to predict that girl. He didn’t understand anything about her, least of all what motivated her to drink.
He started to move to leave when he inelegantly stepped on a dry branch. The sound of a snap was loud and was followed by another snap as he rested his hind leg on another branch. He flinched with each snap and cast a sideways glance at Talitha, wondering if she’d heard him. Most likely.
He flattened his ears and took a few steps closer. “Drinking alone,” he commented. He didn’t fucking know what to say. It wasn’t his way to offer help back to the mansion on the edge of the forest, so he was absolutely at a loss as to what to do. It would probably have just been better to leave. Talitha would easily find a way to twist his words and actions; no matter harmless they were, into something malevolent in her head.
While border checks were normally a routine comfort for Hybrid, this one set him on edge. He could detect a change in surroundings: there was a subtle scent lingering upwind and the trees were broken in a way that indicated carelessness. He normally wouldn’t have noticed the broken branches, but the scent of alcohol made him doubly alert this night. The sudden shift in the wind brought him this foreign smell, making his fur bristle and stand on end. He didn’t like having to deal with drunkards, but he decided to venture forth in case it was a wolf who had wandered too far into the forest thinking it was still the Dampwoods.
Hybrid frowned when he came closer and found himself growing annoyed when realization dawned. Talitha, who had the scent of a coyote in heat, was the drunkard. He should have suspected it, but he was never able to predict that girl. He didn’t understand anything about her, least of all what motivated her to drink.
He started to move to leave when he inelegantly stepped on a dry branch. The sound of a snap was loud and was followed by another snap as he rested his hind leg on another branch. He flinched with each snap and cast a sideways glance at Talitha, wondering if she’d heard him. Most likely.
He flattened his ears and took a few steps closer. “Drinking alone,” he commented. He didn’t fucking know what to say. It wasn’t his way to offer help back to the mansion on the edge of the forest, so he was absolutely at a loss as to what to do. It would probably have just been better to leave. Talitha would easily find a way to twist his words and actions; no matter harmless they were, into something malevolent in her head.