07-17-2010, 03:41 PM
(well, this thread has become promising! sorry for teh suck, so much going on and so little to reply to)
As saluce continued to stalk the scent his ears started picking up on the soft beating of pads upon ground. Knowing his little game was nothing more than wishful thinking he let his head poke up above the tall grass to look around. It wasn’t that hard of a feat for his tall frame but still his eyes searched around with a curious look to them wondering if someone else was after him. Having seen nothing so far he went back to stalking, the trail was a couple of hours old so he was pretty sure he would be stalking for quite some time before his quarry would be near enough to him.
The aristocratic wolf kept sneaking along until his hears caught those sounds again and again his head raised. This time his eyes caught another male wolf. He recognized the scent more than he did the form since he had only known of him mostly from being shocked awake when a bandage was changed or from his first encounter with him. Saluce sat there for a moment considering if he would stay and have a chat with this guy. He did after all in the most cliché of it all save his life. So forgetting the rabbit his voice broke the silence with a soft “Hello” that hinted at his former French heritage. “Beautiful land, reminds me of Normandy”
As saluce continued to stalk the scent his ears started picking up on the soft beating of pads upon ground. Knowing his little game was nothing more than wishful thinking he let his head poke up above the tall grass to look around. It wasn’t that hard of a feat for his tall frame but still his eyes searched around with a curious look to them wondering if someone else was after him. Having seen nothing so far he went back to stalking, the trail was a couple of hours old so he was pretty sure he would be stalking for quite some time before his quarry would be near enough to him.
The aristocratic wolf kept sneaking along until his hears caught those sounds again and again his head raised. This time his eyes caught another male wolf. He recognized the scent more than he did the form since he had only known of him mostly from being shocked awake when a bandage was changed or from his first encounter with him. Saluce sat there for a moment considering if he would stay and have a chat with this guy. He did after all in the most cliché of it all save his life. So forgetting the rabbit his voice broke the silence with a soft “Hello” that hinted at his former French heritage. “Beautiful land, reminds me of Normandy”