08-26-2009, 12:47 AM
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Char was confused. The black wolf looked angry—how could someone be mad with good, friendly company? Neither he nor the other creamy wolf seemed to mean him harm, though Kansas did seem pretty bummed out about something when he'd first arrived on the scene. There was something extremely familiar about the tan-colored man, both in his scent and his appearance, though Charon could not place it. His indigo eyes wandered over the man's features before, wondering why he seemed so damn familiar. After a moment he made one connection—this wolf smelled vaguely like Amata. They were from the same pack, that was all. Naturally, there was no way for Char to realize the much closer relationship between his young friend and this newcomer, but he was satisfied enough at having figured out that they were both from the same area.
"Say, are you from Crimson Dreams?" he asked, wanting to know if his assumption was correct. He had only visited for a moment, when he'd brought Amata back there and saved her from having a thorn caught in her paw. The big wolf noticed the darker-colored canine was finally coming around. Well, good. Char turned back toward him, his smile changing again as the anxiousness evaporated from him. Some wolves just greeted each other differently, that was all—maybe the sable wolf just wanted to be closer before he introduced himself, or maybe he wanted to shake paws? Something like that made sense to Char, who was completely unaccustomed to violence and aggression. If he were a more suspicious creature, he might have recognized the other's intent.
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Char was confused. The black wolf looked angry—how could someone be mad with good, friendly company? Neither he nor the other creamy wolf seemed to mean him harm, though Kansas did seem pretty bummed out about something when he'd first arrived on the scene. There was something extremely familiar about the tan-colored man, both in his scent and his appearance, though Charon could not place it. His indigo eyes wandered over the man's features before, wondering why he seemed so damn familiar. After a moment he made one connection—this wolf smelled vaguely like Amata. They were from the same pack, that was all. Naturally, there was no way for Char to realize the much closer relationship between his young friend and this newcomer, but he was satisfied enough at having figured out that they were both from the same area.
"Say, are you from Crimson Dreams?" he asked, wanting to know if his assumption was correct. He had only visited for a moment, when he'd brought Amata back there and saved her from having a thorn caught in her paw. The big wolf noticed the darker-colored canine was finally coming around. Well, good. Char turned back toward him, his smile changing again as the anxiousness evaporated from him. Some wolves just greeted each other differently, that was all—maybe the sable wolf just wanted to be closer before he introduced himself, or maybe he wanted to shake paws? Something like that made sense to Char, who was completely unaccustomed to violence and aggression. If he were a more suspicious creature, he might have recognized the other's intent.