05-17-2010, 09:13 PM
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It took him a moment to realize what the man was doing—originally he couldn't understand the attention he was paying to the coat and then he realized it was something akin to grooming. King hadn't really thought that the beast would need such things, seeing as though its fur was so short on most of its body, but as he got closer he could see the sheen of sweat that it had, and the grit and grime that had by such coated it. Why he was paying such painstaking attention to an animal was beyond him (he knew he would never do something like that), but it happened that it was the animal that sensed his approach as the wolf had his back to King's approach.
The boy gave the beast a somewhat venomous glare as it betrayed his stealthy approach, though he switched that blue gaze to the vibrant orange one of the wolf soon thereafter. There was an acuity that came to his gaze after a moment, though it wasn't until he spoke that King realized that he knew who he was. But it wasn't as if he should be surprised—he was the son of the infamous Haku Soul and the half-brother to the Alpha, why wouldn't this stranger know him by sight? And though the youth stood up tall in the sight of the older and more highly-ranked man (and he found nothing wrong with this, with his arrogance), there was something in that neon gaze that made something inside of him shift. Was it the vaguest quickening of fear? He couldn't tell, but he didn't like it and he tried to suppress it.
"Hi," he replied dully, continuing, "Who are you?" As he looked at him longer, he realized that the black-and-white male was familiar, though in the darker parts of his memories. When the coyotes had tracked down him and his mother outside of the territory, he was one of them that had showed up to defend them. This gave the man a few points in King's book, though he did not remember his name. King's electric blue eyes looked over to the beast that stood behind the Wahrer, and he couldn't help but ask, "What is that?" He had seen them around Dahlia de Mai, sure, but he had never actually asked anyone what they were called, or what they were for. He was fairly certain that they were not for eating, which made King wonder what their use was at all.