02-05-2009, 12:35 AM
Geneva would call for a leader. Glorious day! There was a chance-- but a chance was better than nothing-- that he would have a home at the end of the day. Moose wanted to howl his happiness to the heavens. He allowed the warmth to fill his body from his toe nails to the tip of his tails. He felt as if every hair on his body were sparkling.
Her voice a crystalline bell, a howl rang out over the land. He longed to join her, the melody of two wolfen voices melding as one was one of his favorite sounds. Their tones merging, her clear higher pitch with his deeper, though gravely one. The music ceased and he smiled fully, unable to contain his joy and excitement. He felt reborn-- like a pup, carefree.
Soon, a black figure appeared on the horizon. As it neared, he sniffed the air, trying to catch a whiff of information. Another female. A leader? The fact that he had thus far only met females in the pack wasn't a bad thing. In fact, the happy feelings and the thought made him feel even younger. He was, after all, much their elder at almost four years. Both Geneva and the new female were obviously much younger; their coats shinier and their frames healthier.
As the female approached, he again lowered his head, not wanting to offend the newcomer if she were more of a stickler for rules. She asked who he was, but he was unsure if he should answer, or if he should allow Geneva to serve as his ambassador of sorts. Not knowing, he chose silence rather than offense.
Her voice a crystalline bell, a howl rang out over the land. He longed to join her, the melody of two wolfen voices melding as one was one of his favorite sounds. Their tones merging, her clear higher pitch with his deeper, though gravely one. The music ceased and he smiled fully, unable to contain his joy and excitement. He felt reborn-- like a pup, carefree.
Soon, a black figure appeared on the horizon. As it neared, he sniffed the air, trying to catch a whiff of information. Another female. A leader? The fact that he had thus far only met females in the pack wasn't a bad thing. In fact, the happy feelings and the thought made him feel even younger. He was, after all, much their elder at almost four years. Both Geneva and the new female were obviously much younger; their coats shinier and their frames healthier.
As the female approached, he again lowered his head, not wanting to offend the newcomer if she were more of a stickler for rules. She asked who he was, but he was unsure if he should answer, or if he should allow Geneva to serve as his ambassador of sorts. Not knowing, he chose silence rather than offense.