04-08-2010, 08:32 PM
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Nah, not at all! Thank you for replying, and the welcome.
As he expected, a figure rose from the woodland to join with the drums that beat... oh wait, that was just in his ears. Right. Chehalis marveled at how anxious he had become in such a short time, and wondered just long it had truly been since he had lived in the company of a pack. But he wasn't given much of a chance linger long on this, as the large figure soon swept up to him from the inner land of the territory. He was a big male, much larger than Chehalis himself to be sure. The curious flecks of white markings on the Dahlian male's legs briefly caught his attention, but the old wolf knew better than to stare and soon moved his eyes away and down; he did note, however, the unusual blotches of white scattered across the blanket of pitch. The large wolf was unmistakable, as Chehalis had never seen another like him. No, correction. Once, but he markings were not so random, and there was a rhyme to the reason.
What struck him as odd was the lack of dominance displayed by the younger wolf. Clearly he was the ranked individual here, and even if Chehalis himself belonged to another pack of the area, he had come knocking. It was strange, and caught him momentarily off guard for a second time today. But he remained staunch to the lessons he was taught, and decidedly kept his ears swept back, and eyes diverted. The words directed towards him were thick with an accent not unlike his own, so the older wolf was able to understand easily enough. He replied with a short swish of his bottlebrush tail, "A home, like many other road-weary folk. If'n it pleases you and your own, sir." His own rough voice was thick with a southwestern drawl, though Chehalis was quick to realize (since the memories he was recalling paralleled this moment) that it had been subdued over the years to a more casual southern air.
Not that it mattered, of course.
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Nah, not at all! Thank you for replying, and the welcome.
As he expected, a figure rose from the woodland to join with the drums that beat... oh wait, that was just in his ears. Right. Chehalis marveled at how anxious he had become in such a short time, and wondered just long it had truly been since he had lived in the company of a pack. But he wasn't given much of a chance linger long on this, as the large figure soon swept up to him from the inner land of the territory. He was a big male, much larger than Chehalis himself to be sure. The curious flecks of white markings on the Dahlian male's legs briefly caught his attention, but the old wolf knew better than to stare and soon moved his eyes away and down; he did note, however, the unusual blotches of white scattered across the blanket of pitch. The large wolf was unmistakable, as Chehalis had never seen another like him. No, correction. Once, but he markings were not so random, and there was a rhyme to the reason.
What struck him as odd was the lack of dominance displayed by the younger wolf. Clearly he was the ranked individual here, and even if Chehalis himself belonged to another pack of the area, he had come knocking. It was strange, and caught him momentarily off guard for a second time today. But he remained staunch to the lessons he was taught, and decidedly kept his ears swept back, and eyes diverted. The words directed towards him were thick with an accent not unlike his own, so the older wolf was able to understand easily enough. He replied with a short swish of his bottlebrush tail, "A home, like many other road-weary folk. If'n it pleases you and your own, sir." His own rough voice was thick with a southwestern drawl, though Chehalis was quick to realize (since the memories he was recalling paralleled this moment) that it had been subdued over the years to a more casual southern air.
Not that it mattered, of course.
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