[P] Merry King of the Bush
Lowry
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OOC: Boarder tree.// 000


Each day that passed seemed like another miracle and Feng was quickly becoming accustomed to the freedom that his new position offered. The wolf didn't lock Feng in a cage and didn't ignore the young cub when he demanded attention. The white wolf was not like the other wolves that the cub knew and had even rescued the boy from a life of bars. Because of their inability to communicate and because of the wolf's ivory coat, Feng decided to give the wolf the nickname Yún. Although they didn't speak the same language, the young cub felt like he could communicate with Yún using silent gestures and his childish mewling. Besides, it wasn't like Feng had much to say in the first place. After over a month of no contact or conversation, Feng had learned how to stay silent.


The rising sun awoke Feng as it glared into into his sensitive eyes. After a quick yawn and some simple stretching, Feng was off, enjoying his freedom to the full extent. Without really thinking, the tiny cub barreled into the snow drifts and laughed as he was suddenly surrounded by a mountain of powder. Pulling himself up on top of the ice sheet, the young cub leapt to where the snow was thinner and easier to run across. Flakes stuck to the leopards coat and dusted his extraordinarily long tail. Shaking, the tiny leopard continued on as his exploration took him through the trees and towards the line of scent markers that the wolves left.


After a few hours of running around and jumping at anything unfortunate enough to cross his path, Feng stumbled upon a large tree with designs and colors circling the entire trunk. Curiously, he approached, extending his head out to sniff at the strange looking tree. The tip of Feng's tail twitched as he placed his front paws on the tree, staring up at the colorful design that rested several feet above his head. Feng crouched and the muscles in his legs bunched. In an instant, Feng was nearly two feet off the ground, his large claws digging into the bark as gazed up at the colorful design. Yet, the tree proved too much and soon Feng found himself slipping to the ground. With no other option, the cub twisted and landed paws first between the roots of the great tree.


Unperturbed by his failure, Feng tried again and again to reach the colorful designs. Not once did he get close to those enticing colors and finally the cub was forced to sit and stare. Upset, he approached the tree, using the base to support himself as he stood up like Yún. One of his paws stretched high above his head as he pawed at the trunk and meowed in contempt.
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443 Sorry for the wait! I love you! :D

There was much that Lowry knew he could do in his new pack, but first things first, he needed to scout it out better. If he was going to defend the borders as a soldier, then he'd better well know the borders, and so he rose with the sun and started off. He went to the stables near his home, first, in order to perhaps take Bark with him -- but the colt was sound asleep in his stall, back turned to the coyote hybrid and very quiet but for the sound of his breathing. He was probably tired out by having the pack's stallions on his tail all the time, Lowry assumed, knowing how much of a troublemaker his friend was.

It would be nice to go out on his own two feet, too, and he'd be able to see everything at a more even level -- that is, quite a few inches shy of six feet. The short male buckled his overlarge belt, checked his knife in its sheath, and frowned as the whole thing fell lopsided over his skinny hips -- made even skinnier by his recent stint as a loner. He'd have to ask the other d'Artisans of some good places for a hunt. After wiggling and making sure the belt wouldn't flat-out fall off, Lowry grinned and left Thornbury to head toward the borders at a happy jog.

His journey was uneventful at first, though Lowry did his best to note landmarks and even make a few little marks of his own against the trees. He wandered onward and onward, reciting a rather bawdy limerick, but stopped short when he saw a big, bright tree ahead -- one whose branches clattered with all sorts of adornments, and whose bark was splashed with colors and etchings. Golden-sand eyes widened hugely, and he ran toward the Border Tree with amazement, tongue lolling from his jaws -- only to find that there was already someone admiring it.

Oh, hey, kitty! Lowry yapped, and then stopped, peering at the creature mewling up at the higher branches. He scowled and cocked his head. You're an odd little thing, aren't you? he said aloud, wondering why this cat of all cats looked so odd. Maybe it was the spots, or the way the ears weren't quite right on its head, the strange body shape and proportions. It looked like a baby yet was bigger than most kittens. He shrugged off the thought a moment later and continued to blabber pointlessly at the feline. What's the matter? You want up? He pointed at the magnificent tree and grinned.

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Being so small was frustrating. Feng could remember his parents, how large they seemed in comparison to him. He recalled the other's in their group, the big cats of many colors that once served as the cub's family. All of them had been so large, so welcoming. They were gone. Now Feng had Yún, who was even larger than Feng's parents ever were. The wolves could stand on two legs and use their front paws to pick up things. If Yún were around, Feng could get up the tree by climbing the white wolf.


Black ears flicked back and the cub's body froze as an unfamiliar voice sounded behind him. Blue eyes glanced back at a sand colored wolf and the hairs on Feng's long tail stood up. All wolves but Yún were trouble. They hurt cubs and trapped them in tiny cages. Immediately, Feng shrank to the earth as his ears dug into his skull. Words that the chinese leopard didn't understand bombarded his ears as the wolf talked almost nonstop. When the wolf's arm rose, that was it. Feng dashed to the other side of the tree, trying to put anything he could between him and the sandy wolf.


Creeping around to the other side, Feng kept his body low to the ground. Stretching his neck out, the cub caught sight of the wolf and watched the large predator warily. Twisting his head back, Feng let out a loud meow, as if his cries could call Yún to him. Yún would know what to do.

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Of course, Lowry did not often think things through -- and didn't even stop to consider a little feline might be afraid of a scary, random Luperci like him. Then again, he did severely underestimate how frightening he could be; he wasn't used to being bigger than others, for starters. Nothing about his runty, stringy, big-eared form was threatening, but the oddly-proportioned cat seemed freaked out, flattening out against the earth to make itself less of a target while its fur puffed with fear. Confusion and then guilt flashed across the coyote's face, but the cub had darted away and circled around to the other side of the Border Tree. Baby blue eyes peered unsteadily at him, and then the spotted cat meowed plaintively.

Oh, no no no, hey, Lowry tried to murmur, and he crouched down on his haunches slowly, letting out a little whimper one used to reassure puppies. Hey, I won't hurt you! I'm sorry, I didn't think, little spotty cat-thing. He frowned then plopped down on his butt, holding a hand out and wiggling his fingers to try to coax the animal nearer. It's fine! I promise! Meow, he added rather pathetically, and tried to grin.

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There were many things about wolves that Feng did not understand. He was beginning to pick through their complex faces and non-verbal cues, a task that was by no means easy. However, most communication was still cut off. Feng couldn't understand their strange words, nor could he figure out most of their gestures. Even Yún was a still a mystery to the cub, but Feng at least knew Yún was a good wolf.


The sandy wolf spoke quickly, repeating the same strange word in rapid succession before he crouched down. Feng's head darted behind the tree again, scared and unsure of what to do. Slowly he peered back around, watching and listening intently as the wolf sat down even lower and whimpered. Black ears flicked forward at the strange sound; one that was somewhat comforting, but mostly unfamiliar. Feng didn't think it was a word as he had heard something similar before when one of the wolves banged his toes really bad on the ship. Did the big wolf hurt his toes?


More words from the unfamiliar language until the wolf sat down and extended his hand out to Feng, fingers moving to coax the tiny cub forward. The movement immediately caught Fengs eye and he took one step forward, staring at the wiggling appendages with a hunters gaze. The clouded leopard was transfixed by the wiggling fingers until the strange wolf did something unusual, he tried to meow. Feng's gaze bolted to the wolf's face, curiosity slowly replacing fear. Slowly, Feng inched forward, each step hesitant and unsure. He let out his own meow, gazing back at the wolf and wondering if it would respond.


As Feng drew closer to the moving fingers, he stretched his head out to sniff them, drawing it back when all he could catch was wolf. The movement was fascinating and Feng couldn't help but be drawn in. After another tentative glance towards the wolf, Feng pawed at the moving fingers before backing away an inch or two.
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Lowry didn't really have a lot of experience dealing with timid animals, but instinctively he knew that it was best to just make himself look smaller and make soothing little noises. At least, he hoped it worked and didn't just make him look like a demented idiot in addition to big and scary, which was far worse. Sometimes he wanted to be scary -- so long as the victim wasn't an adorable cat... thing. The look he wanted to get at that oddly patchwork, greyish pelt was denied for as long as the baby remained hidden behind the tree, and so he just continued his soft whimpers and quiet babbling of reassurances and finger-wriggling, too.

The latter seemed to work a bit, as the cat's body responded in an instinctive and unmistakable way. The meow, however, caused it to jerk its head up and look at him, and even as he grinned sheepishly the little cub meowed again, perhaps deliberately. Feeling like an idiot, but desperate now to get the kitty to like him, Lowry mewled right back even if he was sure he was mangling any semblance of actual language by doing it. Those wolves who really could talk to cats on purpose would have guffawed at him.

The spotted cat inched forward bit by bit, at last extending its neck to sniff a little at his fingers, before a velvet-soft paw brushed them. Lowry almost sat upright at the movement, but he tried to keep very still instead despite his excitement. That's right, it's okay, he murmured reassuringly, dropping involuntarily into his storyteller's voice, rhythmic and deep, and continued to twitch his fingers and even chuckle, trying to be quiet and sound happy rather than menacing and loud. Even then, he tried to look at the feline more closely and try to figure out where the markings and proportions had come from; it almost looked like a mountain lion cub, but the pattern didn't really match.

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As Feng hid behind the tree, the wolf babbled and whined softly, making a variety of noises that Feng didn't understand. But the soft tempo and quiet happy voice was soothing enough. The tiny cub couldn't help but feel just a little bit relaxed as his ears flicked and twitched to listen. Feng glanced back towards where Yún was, wondering if the white wolf would come to his call. Although, they were so far away that Yún might not have heard Feng.


When the wolf meowed, it was a rather strange garble of noises and Feng actually found the attempt almost comical. If he wasn't in such a tense situation the young leopard would have laughed. Still, the attempt was recognizable and immediately got Feng's attention. He hadn't heard another meow, even a bad one, in a really long time. When Feng returned the meow, his call was quickly reciprocated with an even worse attempt. A smile brought the edges of his lips up, but caution and past experience kept the cub wary. Feng meowed back, advancing slowly and hesitantly towards the wiggling fingers.


The cubs oversized paw hit home and he brushed the wiggling fingers. When Feng backed up, the wolf spoke again in a surprisingly rhythmic way, causing Feng to push his ears forward to listen. Unsure of what to do, Feng twisted around and walked a few paces away, looking for his white wolf for direction. But Yún wasn't around to show Feng what to do, forcing the cub to circle back towards the wolf. Feng went back to the fingers, swatting at them a few more times in curiosity, extending his claws just slightly. Was it a game?



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OOC: Lost Lowry Post Summary
Lowry continued to be a derp and wiggled his fingers as Feng swatted at them. To be playful, he swatted at Feng's paw and then dropped his hand on the ground. Meanwhile, he spoke in his rythmic voice, asking rhetorically where Feng came from.


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To have yet another nice wolf in front of him was destroying Feng's view on wolves. He thought they were all mean monsters that hurt others without remorse. The solitude that Feng felt during his month and a half captivity was enough to make the cub want to cry and had given birth to his distrust for the species. Yet, Yún was a nice wolf and the wolf before him didn't act scary, although he most certainly looked the part.


As Feng's oversized paws hit against the fingers they continued to wiggle more. Black ears perked up as the cub's instincts began to kick in. It was a game, and one Feng hesitantly enjoyed. He often glanced back at the wolf, checking to make sure that there would be no aggression from the larger creature. As the young leopard pawed experimentally at the moving fingers, the wolf suddenly changed and knocked Feng's paw aside. The cub darted back a few feet, his hair standing on edge and his tail twitching in agitation. Feng shifted his gaze rapidly between the hand and the wolf who had moved. Yet, after the initial movement, the hand lay still on the dirt.


Peering at the hand, Feng became excited again. The game had evolved. Crouching down, Feng wiggled his but as his ears flattened and tail twitched. Slowly the cub advanced on the still hand, his eyes transfixed on his prey. The wolf spoke again, using his rhythmic voice. Blue eyes gazed up at the wolf before he went back to stalking the hand. Without warning, Feng dashed forward towards the hand, intent on bringing down his prey. Yet, as he reached the appendage, Feng toppled over onto his pack, paws and claws splayed as he batted at the hand above his head. Twisting over, Feng dashed away again, going a few feet before spinning around to start stalking the hand again.



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-- I think in next post Lowry will try to communicate again, ask his name or something. >_> Not sure what to doooo so I sorry for short lame hard to reply to post. D:

Unfortunately, his more forward movement had startled the cub into darting away -- but then the feline looked back and almost seemed more excited. Lowry grinned, hoping that the expression would be encouraging and not (as he suspected) looking like he was bearing all his sharp white teeth. He did keep his ears back though almost submissively, and didn't make more sudden moves; maybe cat body language was close enough to that of a canine's to fudge things.

At least he didn't seem to be making it any worse, and the spotted animal fell into a hunter's crouch, butt wiggling, and edged forward. Lowry feigned ignorance, only filling the silence with his silly talk and speculations, but watched out of the corner of his eye as the cub came closer, his movements reminding Lowry somewhat of a dangerous and full-grown mountain lion in miniature.

And then -- the cat struck. Lowry expected to feel sharp little teeth and claws in his hand, but the baby only rolled over and started batting at him, not truly hurting. He then darted away, and Lowry laughed. He started to move his hand back and forth over the grass to give the cub a moving target, and let out a soft and low wuff to show playfulness.

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Feng hesitated as the wolf bared his sharp teeth, unsure what to think of the expression. It didn't feel dangerous, but the teeth sure did look dangerous. It was a matter of mind vs instinct, and Feng didn't know which one to go for. Still, the wolf had yet to do anything that actually harmed the cub and he was really starting to enjoy their wordless game. Well, it was wordless to Feng anyways. He couldn't understand what the other was saying, but the cadence of the wolf's voice was rhythmic and soothing. So, in short, the tiny leopard decided that the strange look was not meant to scare him but was supposed to be friendly like his silly sounding meow.


The young male dipped back into his hunting pose after dashing away again, his tail twitching and ears alert. Suddenly, the hand began to move again and Feng's head whipped back and forth to follow the movement. Letting out an excited meow, the cub dashed forward, clawing and darting as he tried to keep up with the hand. Rapidly, Fengs paws moved, missing the paw by inches as he tried his best to keep up. A woof came and Feng paused in the game, blue eyes jerking up as he let out another meow. It wasn't really communication, but it was about as close as they were gonna get.


Returning to his play, Feng became overly eager again and topple to the side, landing with his paws facing the wolf. Slightly dazed, Feng blinked before he began to bat at the paw again, a little less enthusiastically than before.

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The cub darted toward his sliding hand excitedly, soft paws drumming on the grass in an attempt to capture it, pausing only to meow in response to his own playful sound. Lowry grinned and then blinked when the other tumbled -- though the cat didn't seem to have hurt himself. Instead, he reached over to bat at his hand again, and Lowry batted his toes back slightly before eventually drawing his hand away, signifying the end of the play -- for now, at least.

No, right now there was something else he wanted to figure out -- what to call the little creature. He knew that some predators besides canines spoke the same sort of speech, if ever so faintly accented; even the bear that had attacked that girl had drawled out words of anger, rather than being some mindless beast. Cougars talked too, he knew -- but he also knew a lot of little cats that didn't talk more than some meows, and some just said one or two words. Different animals had different dialects of High or Low Speech, and Lowry wanted to know if there were any words that this cub might know -- a noise for his name, at least.

And so, very insistently, Lowry pointed and tapped lightly at himself, and said, Lowry. He repeated this a few times, and then pointed at the cat with a tilt of his head.

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As time passed, Feng became less wary of the wolf and became immersed in the game that they played. His paws darted quickly in an effort to keep up, but inexperience prevented Feng from even touching the male. When the wolf batted back, Feng tipped onto his back slightly as he tried to catch the paw. A huge grin stretched across the cub's face and his baby blue eyes radiated excitement. Feng continued to bat at the hand excitedly, getting up again so as to make the game easier. His tail twitched and he moved as quickly as he could. But, the hand was slowly removed from Feng's reach, and even though the cub tried to follow, it was clear his game was ending.


Feng looked up at the wolf, meowing indigently as he wordlessly protested the end of the game. Feng considered complaining using words, but the child knew that the wolf wouldn't understand. Soon enough though, the wolf began to speak in his his strange language, pointing to his chest and repeating the same word over and over again. Black ears twitched forward as Feng listened to the word, wondering what it could mean. Finally, after several repeats, Feng finally managed to pick up on what the wolf was trying to communicate. Growing excited, Feng replied, "我的名字是冯"


For a brief moment, Feng forgot that the wolf couldn't understand his words. However, even as the simple chinese came out, the cub realized that speaking would be useless. Frustrated, Feng's ears flicked back as he tried to think of something. It wasn't as if he could do the same thing as Lowry and point at himself. "Feng. Fe-ng. Feng!"

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Lowry had never tried to communicate with someone who didn't know at least some English, and so he wasn't even sure if this was the right way to start -- but he guessed that pointing at something (in this case, himself) and giving said something's name would somewhat get the point across. What the cub could do with it, he didn't know -- but it would be nice if they could at least call each other's names as they did... well, whatever. Lowry still didn't know if he should report the odd cat's presence to the leadership or if he should just make sure he was securely by the tree and patrol on.

The leopard meowed crossly at the end of the game -- but there was nothing but focus on his cute little face as Lowry started tapping himself and talking. After a moment, he babbled something that was obviously High Speech, but in a foreign language, and Lowry's big ears flicked forward with excitement, hoping for something comprehensible to slip out. There was nothing for a while, though, and the cub flicked his ears with obvious frustration, before...

Feng? Lowry echoed, and grinned as the other repeated the word. Oh! Hello, Feng! he yapped gladly, and laughed, wondering what the heck he should do next now that he'd gotten the little fellow's name. What had they been doing anyway before this whole game started...?

Lowry glanced back at the tree he'd been admiring, and remembered the little creature mewling angrily at it. With another smile, he stood up -- slowly, carefully, even though they'd built at least some trust between them -- and walked over to the Border Tree. He tapped it and glanced down, grinning. Did you want to climb the tree, Feng? He unsheathed his claws and made little pulling movements, wondering if the cub had needed help getting up.

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The young leopard cub was used to not being able to communicate with those around him. During his time in captivity, the trader wolves didn't even bother speaking to him and when they did it was never for very long. Even Feng's knowledge of his native language was limited to the snit bits that he had picked up before he was separated from his family. Yet, there were times when the lack of communication could be frustrating. If Feng wanted something complicated he couldn't communicate those desires. So, to have this strange attempt at communication was rather enjoyable even if it was a little strange.


For the first time since the death of his parents, someone else had said Feng's name. The pronunciation was heavily accented, but it was still his name. Feng leaned closer to the wolf as he felt stunned to hear his own name. How strange his name sounded on another's lips. Becoming excited Feng let loose a toothy smile as he tried his best to repeat what the wolf had said. "Lolo Feng! Lolo Feng." The cub jumped slightly forward, his ears up high as the looked towards Lowry, hoping the wolf would say his name again.


Without warning Lowry stood, causing Feng to jump back in surprise. But the cub quickly recovered and was soon trailing behind Lowry's heels. He glanced up as the other began to claw at the tree, wonder what on earth the wolf was doing. It kind of looked like he was trying to sharped his claws, but he wasn't actually digging into the bark of a tree. Moving to the base, Feng pushed himself onto his hinds legs and used the tree as support. Unsheathing his large claws, the cub began to sharpen his claws against the bark, looking up to make sure the wolf was watching. Feng let out a meow as he tried to show the wolf the proper way to sharpen his claws.

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The little spotted cub seemed ecstatic when Lowry said his name, and it absolutely melted the coyote's already rather melty-prone heart. He grinned as the other jumped forward and started babbling both their names, the canine's rather mangled but none the less adorable in his high feline voice. Lowry and Feng, Lowry and Feng, the sand-colored hybrid sang back to him, and resisted the urge to grab him and start snuggling him, knowing the last time he'd tried that with a cat he'd been badly clawed.

Feng stared at the 'yote boy as he started to make clawing motions at the tree, and meowed to get his attention as he padded forward and started tugging his claws against the bark. It didn't look like very effective climbing -- but Lowry understood a second later that he was just sharpening his claws. His baffled smile turning a bit sheepish, he started to claw at the tree as well, and blew a piece of bark off his nail before looking at the thing again. He didn't really want to ruin the pretty tree with his claw marks; there seemed to be proper engravings and shapes and names and paint splattered all over it, not including the assortment of shiny baubles dangling from the higher branches themselves. One glistened as the sun came out from behind a cloud, and Lowry huffed decisively.

Feng! he said to get the cub's attention, and then: Watch! Lowry's gonna get it! He stepped back slightly then made a run at the tree, leaping up and trying to dig his claws in -- one hand lashing toward the branch within his reach. His fingertips touched the branch -- and then gravity brought the boy crashing back down again on his scrawny ass with a yelp.

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Feng's black ears flicked as he listened to the wolf speak, trying his best to catch the strange intricacies of Lowry's name. "Loly? Loly, Feng." That sounded better right? The tiny cub thought for sure that he was getting it correct, or at least close to correct. Happy, the young leopard let out a long purr as he sat, clearly proud of himself for learning Lowry's name. This tiny lesson brought Feng one step closer to communication, something Feng started to think might be necessary after all.


The fact that the tree was supposed to be decoration didn't really occur to Feng as he clawed at the bark. To him, it was just a very odd looking tree and he saw no reason why he couldn't sharpen his claws on the bark. Unfurling his claws, the cub carved shallow grooves into the trunk as he sharpened them to a deadly point. Feng meowed approvingly when Lowry mimicked him. That was how he should sharpen his claws. Satisfied, the cub dropped back down to all four and began to look around for something to do. His head snapped back to Lowry though when his name was called and Feng followed the wolf's finger to see some glistening orbs above his head.


Suddenly, the wolf charged the tree and leapt high into the air. Surprised, Feng darted away a few feet before he turned around to watch as the wolf fell onto his bottom. Blinking, Feng trotted up to Lowry and rubbed his head against the wolf's hand in a sort of encouraging motion. Turning back around, Feng paced along the trunk as his baby blue eyes scanned the tree. Stepping back, he too charged the tree, leaping a good two feet off the ground as his claws dug into the bark. For a moment Feng hung their, his head twisting back and forth as he tried to figure out how to get higher. But it wasn't long before his legs weakened and he fell, body twisting so that he landed on all fours.

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Feng seemed to be pronouncing his name a little better, and Lowry wished he could purr back at the cub to praise him. He settled for a big smile instead, knowing it had to be hard to learn another language and all the intricacies of each syllable. He hoped that the cat, wherever he might end up, would learn to talk even more. It was a tough life for a feline in a canine world, but maybe being able to talk to the Luperci who ruled the region would help. Then again, if Feng grew up to be some huge, cloudy-spotted version of a cougar that stalked the mountains, it would be even easier.

The coyote seemed to be sharpening his claws to the cub's approval, but climbing apparently wasn't his strong suit. He winced and reached back to rub his sore tailbone before the little leopard trotted over, rubbing against his hand before approaching the tree trunk and analyzing it. Lowry grinned, watching closely as the other gave a mighty feline leap -- and clutched briefly at the bark with sharp claws, jumping back down a moment later. He got up, wincing, rubbing, and then wagged his tail shakily.

You're a far better climber than me, more hooky claws -- but not as tall, Lowry mused, but he found himself stumped as he tried to think of how to give Feng a boost, short of throwing him to that branch. He didn't want to hurt the cat if he fell -- even if they were supposed to land on all fours. For now, he sighed in defeat and sat down, leaning back against the tree and smiling warmly at his new little leopard friend.

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If there was one thing Feng couldn't wait for, it was growing up. All the wolves were bigger than him and it was rather intimidating to be so small. His parents had been big too, almost as big as a wolf. Or at least, that was how it seemed to him when he was younger. Hopefully, he would also get that big and then he wouldn't have to be afraid of any wolves. With large claws he could defend himself and climb as high as he wanted.


Blue eyes gazed back at the tree with frustration and a hint of yearning. Lowry spoke again, but the incomprehensible words only earned the canine a flick of the ears this time. The leopards long tail twitched as he sat down, gaze fixated on the branches that wre far above both of them. Some day. With a small chuff, the young cat turned back to Lowry and looked at the wolf for a minute. Lowry was nice, and nice people gave Feng attention. With a smile, the cub decided it was time he got some well earned attention. Trotting over, the cub began to rub along Lowry's side and let out a long meow as he wrapped around the wolf's back. With a tight circle, the cub emerged on the other side and promptly curled up next to the sitting wolf.


With a yawn, the cub began to grow sleepy and he absentmindedly rubbed his head against the wolf's leg as he purred continuously. Slowly, his eyes grew heavy and the world around him darkened as the need for a mid-day nap overcame the young leopard.

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