03-15-2008, 11:07 PM
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Ari looked out of the corner of his eye to see another wolf arrive, but then they stopped coming after that. Is this really all of the pack? he thought, but rejected the thought. Surely Legacy was still around, and that must mean more couldn't show up. He turned his blue gaze once more to the tan-striped leader that had beckoned them in time to see her smile and nod, which made him feel awkward and make him recede even more into the shadows that clung to the wall. He stood there, nearly immobile, until the leader began to speak. He drank her words like one, stumbling from the desert, drank clear, cool water. Information was something that he rarely got, and this was like stumbling across gold. His heart plummeted, however, when he heard of the coyote tribe and their aggression. He had never seen a coyote, but he had heard of them, and had the idea that they were vicious. His heart clenched at the news of losing a child to them, and he involuntarily clenched his fist as well. Not that he would ever raise it against these coyotes — for their neutrality and his own physical and mental weakness.
His blue eyes wandered toward the two white wolves who had arrived before him, and noticed their tenseness when they talked of the murdered child. He wondered if it was theirs that had been killed, and he felt his heart leap for them. That was a fate that no one should wish upon another. Blinking bitterly, he glanced at the boy that had arrived as he mentioned he had something to say and went right to it. His breath caught in his throat when he heard that it had been Legacy — the girl of whom had been so kind to him — that had nearly been injured, and he had to cross his arms to prevent himself from punching the wall with aggravation. He was liking coyotes less and less with the more he heard of them. His nailed fingers dug into his arms, but he didn't really mind it. All he could hear was the news, and all he could see was the apparition of a grayish coyote with yellow eyes that glowed like dual sinister full moons...
He shuddered, looked away, and shook his head. Anyone who noticed it would know he had nothing to say, but he had plenty to feel. He felt angry and sad that his pack — his new decided home — was at such ends with vicious coyotes. He wished he could do something about it.
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His blue eyes wandered toward the two white wolves who had arrived before him, and noticed their tenseness when they talked of the murdered child. He wondered if it was theirs that had been killed, and he felt his heart leap for them. That was a fate that no one should wish upon another. Blinking bitterly, he glanced at the boy that had arrived as he mentioned he had something to say and went right to it. His breath caught in his throat when he heard that it had been Legacy — the girl of whom had been so kind to him — that had nearly been injured, and he had to cross his arms to prevent himself from punching the wall with aggravation. He was liking coyotes less and less with the more he heard of them. His nailed fingers dug into his arms, but he didn't really mind it. All he could hear was the news, and all he could see was the apparition of a grayish coyote with yellow eyes that glowed like dual sinister full moons...
He shuddered, looked away, and shook his head. Anyone who noticed it would know he had nothing to say, but he had plenty to feel. He felt angry and sad that his pack — his new decided home — was at such ends with vicious coyotes. He wished he could do something about it.