05-11-2011, 12:42 PM
Roran had been out and about exploring, which he always did when he wasn't going and meeting the other packs. He had found himself in a wonderful little bay full of all sorts of things. He had almost immediately dashed into the water to go swimming. He was still a very playful wolf even as he passed a year of age. He was not at all very stern, and was most often seen as a kind of lunatic or some other such name.
After nearly an hour of just swimming about and playing with the fish, he was ready yo swim back to shore when he heard a howl. He smiled as he knew that whomever was doing the howling, was showing that they would not be controlled. He turned in the water and looked back to the shore, he then began to paddle in his. His fur was heavy with water and it took some time to get back to the bay.
From a distance he would just be seen as some large white THING in the water, perhaps a bunch of sea foam or something. But as he would get closer, he could be seen as a wolf, a pure white wolf. He stopped a ways from the shore and smiled as he saw the female that had done the howling. He was close enough so that she would be able to see him, that is, if she was facing the right way.
He smiled slyly and moved farther along the shore until he was a good distance form her, he then climbed from the water and quietly made his way up behind her. All that would be able to be smelled was the stench of wet dog, but mixed with the salt she would not be able to tell where it was coming from. He got to within a few feet of her and barked loudly in greetings.
After nearly an hour of just swimming about and playing with the fish, he was ready yo swim back to shore when he heard a howl. He smiled as he knew that whomever was doing the howling, was showing that they would not be controlled. He turned in the water and looked back to the shore, he then began to paddle in his. His fur was heavy with water and it took some time to get back to the bay.
From a distance he would just be seen as some large white THING in the water, perhaps a bunch of sea foam or something. But as he would get closer, he could be seen as a wolf, a pure white wolf. He stopped a ways from the shore and smiled as he saw the female that had done the howling. He was close enough so that she would be able to see him, that is, if she was facing the right way.
He smiled slyly and moved farther along the shore until he was a good distance form her, he then climbed from the water and quietly made his way up behind her. All that would be able to be smelled was the stench of wet dog, but mixed with the salt she would not be able to tell where it was coming from. He got to within a few feet of her and barked loudly in greetings.