12-01-2010, 08:31 AM
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Table by husband James
Ears stood attention on top of the youth’s head as a distant, rhythmic sound reached him. Curious to what this could be, his form lifted from the cool ground in physical pursuit of the source of the sound of chopping. There were no expectations tied to the search, for he knew so little of this outside world beyond the clan’s borders. As the boy remained naturally suspicious of outsiders; faces and scents he did not know, his pace slowed once he was reaching the scene. Now ears turned to rest again pale blonde as he stared at several canine creature carrying a bundle of wood. The hybrid puppy could guess that it could be for feeding fire, but what did he know of these foreigners? For a moment the boy seemed awestruck, for the woman’s pale fur was new to scarlet eyes. ”What are you doing?” he heard his own voice ask. It was rare for him to be the first to speak up, but if things turned horrible there was always the option of fleeing. |