10-30-2007, 07:14 PM
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Tybalt quieted, accepting his mother’s tail as an additional coat to his own adult-forming fur. It was at last (and none too soon with the upcoming winter) beginning to thicken as courser guard hairs overtook the soft, puppy-felt that would be his undercoat. This winter might be a cold one for the pup since he had been born later in the season than was usual for non-luperci wolves. Listening to his parents talk about his grandma, whom he had never had the obvious pleasure of meeting, made his stomach do flips. There was so much that the youth didn’t know about the lands they were entering, and it seemed that his parents knew a lot about what used to be here. Did they still know who dwelled in this pack? What if the warm reception that they were expecting instead turned out to be nothing more than a harsh growl warning them away?
In his heart, Ty knew these fears were probably unfounded; they were just the reaction of a young pup entering a new and unfamiliar situation. Even so, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat relieved when his father greeted the stranger-wolf with familiarity and a bow. The boy quite forgot his manners; he knew he was supposed to show respect as well, but the appearance of this leader, he supposed, wasn’t at all what he had been expecting. It would have shamed his parents no doubt to know that their son was more than a little freaked out by the scarred hybrid with red eyes. And what did he say? Something about being dead? Why would anyone think his parents were dead? Confused, but set on acting completely normal, Ty finally lowered his neck, risking a glance to his father to calm his racing heart.