06-17-2010, 08:01 AM
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I hope you don't mind that this is shorter than yours. Just couldn't resist. Oh! And word counts are used in the pack game. ^^ You can find information about that here. 300+
It had stopped raining at some point in the night, leaving the Earth permeating the scent of freshness and life. Kansas loved this hour, when the air was brisk and cool, and when the grass shimmered with moisture like a bed of emerald jewels. It would be beautiful later on, perhaps becoming a day fit to let the children explore Crimson Dreams for themselves. The Colonel knew it was time for his newest litter to gain some independence, and he wasn't as worried about them as he had been when Gotham, Amata, and Cambria reached that age. He was comforted by his eldest children's good health and strong hearts. They gave him faith, and eased his concern about his younger puppies. Besides, he had to admit to himself that Crimson Dreams was the safest place he knew of. As far as he knew, they had never had trouble wit the neighboring packs, not even with Inferni, for they kept to themselves and to their own resources. The rewards for this were surprisingly many, among them the freedom to let the children see the outside world (at least within the pack's boundary) on their own.
This time of day was also best for hunting. Kansas didn't wish to take any prey down this morning — he was only interested in checking up on the food supply, how plentiful deer, moose and elk were. The cream-furred brute didn't do much for the pack, and this was his way of contributing. He therefore took the task seriously. Kansas had his own puppies to keep fed, and Anu's on the way any day now.
He had been happy to observe the small group of does grazing among the wildflowers in Cottontail Valley. Satisfied and comforted by their presence, Kansas wandered elsewhere, his footsteps unhurried, for he wished to enjoy the freshness of the morning. Dew had soaked his paws and caused the long fur along his belly to wave slightly, but the breeze kissing the damp fur was invigorating. Before long he had neared the red building he'd passed by so many times before without exploring properly. He paused and looked at it for a moment, ceased by the urge to explore inside. The pale wolf had nothing else to do. Kansas loped the last several yards to the structure, peering within when he had reached it. Turquoise eyes were met by an unexpected sight. In the shadows was a young wolf, alongside a round little hedgehog. He was startled to see them there. Hey there, he called softly, not wanting to startle them in turn. The girl's name was Enya, he remembered, a recent joiner. She was awfully young to be on her own; Kansas had been curious about her since her arrival. Mind if I come in?
It had stopped raining at some point in the night, leaving the Earth permeating the scent of freshness and life. Kansas loved this hour, when the air was brisk and cool, and when the grass shimmered with moisture like a bed of emerald jewels. It would be beautiful later on, perhaps becoming a day fit to let the children explore Crimson Dreams for themselves. The Colonel knew it was time for his newest litter to gain some independence, and he wasn't as worried about them as he had been when Gotham, Amata, and Cambria reached that age. He was comforted by his eldest children's good health and strong hearts. They gave him faith, and eased his concern about his younger puppies. Besides, he had to admit to himself that Crimson Dreams was the safest place he knew of. As far as he knew, they had never had trouble wit the neighboring packs, not even with Inferni, for they kept to themselves and to their own resources. The rewards for this were surprisingly many, among them the freedom to let the children see the outside world (at least within the pack's boundary) on their own.
This time of day was also best for hunting. Kansas didn't wish to take any prey down this morning — he was only interested in checking up on the food supply, how plentiful deer, moose and elk were. The cream-furred brute didn't do much for the pack, and this was his way of contributing. He therefore took the task seriously. Kansas had his own puppies to keep fed, and Anu's on the way any day now.
He had been happy to observe the small group of does grazing among the wildflowers in Cottontail Valley. Satisfied and comforted by their presence, Kansas wandered elsewhere, his footsteps unhurried, for he wished to enjoy the freshness of the morning. Dew had soaked his paws and caused the long fur along his belly to wave slightly, but the breeze kissing the damp fur was invigorating. Before long he had neared the red building he'd passed by so many times before without exploring properly. He paused and looked at it for a moment, ceased by the urge to explore inside. The pale wolf had nothing else to do. Kansas loped the last several yards to the structure, peering within when he had reached it. Turquoise eyes were met by an unexpected sight. In the shadows was a young wolf, alongside a round little hedgehog. He was startled to see them there. Hey there, he called softly, not wanting to startle them in turn. The girl's name was Enya, he remembered, a recent joiner. She was awfully young to be on her own; Kansas had been curious about her since her arrival. Mind if I come in?