05-23-2009, 11:47 AM
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--  Attila lost the sense of location when the water splashed all around him, wetting him even more, burning his eyes and bluring his vision. When Dawali called out, so demanding and authoritary, he knew he wa in great trouble. The Aston boy knew it wouldn't be a good idea, but he didn't care at all. He would take the consequences, don't matter what it was, or he would simply cheat it.
Running away from the red wolf's leg, he jumped away from the sub-leader and runned to the riverbend, and whipped off the water from his long pelt, throwing it all over the air. When he was looking more like a ristly white tuff of fur, he lowered the front part of his body, his elbow touching the ground, and his bump up high, his tail wagging from side to side. A playful position, and he barked a pitch sound, as an invite to play. He knew it was rather ironic, as he knew it would make the adult even more angry. And it was kind of the intention of it. |