[/html]Oak was not the most patient of the tree named sons. He knew that Alder could wait for much longer then he ever could, and in his eyes Cypress was far more patient too. Oak felt the need to pace; charcoal and deep russet foot-paws shuffled and raked the ground as he fought the urge. In his quest for knowledge he also needed to learn the ways of an adult, his age had surpassed the name months ago and yet he still felt the pines of an immature male. The red tinged wolf knew who he needed to be, honest, kind, patient and a gentleman. But the powers that surrounded him, and the threads that laced together his personality made the journey to such a destination difficult.
He had sat on his tail as he waited; the time far less then what he felt had lapsed. Then, he heard the stirrings of the wood around him and he shot up to his feet once again. Tore bay eyes looked for the origin of the sound, and he was a bit startled as a figure came hurriedly through the trees. The odd pattered canine hugging a cat gave a bow, and Oak watched with round wide eyes. He took the offered hand and gave it an awkward shake and turned his ears towards her as he worked hard to listen to her hushed voice.
Oak cleared his throat, his chest a bit puffed out as he gave his introduction. I’m Oak. Veles of Crimson Dreams. Such words were practiced, though his ranking was fairly new. Oak had only just begun to rise within his pack mates, bringing him a fair amount of pride. His next bought of words were less confident, yet his masculine tone was even, I was hoping to understand your pack better. His answer was honest, his curiosity plain as day. He looked at the merle fey and feline friend with a smile, hoping that perhaps there was something interesting she could show him.
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