05-16-2011, 04:25 PM
It was, in fact, just another day. Tal was wandering the pack lands, checking the borders as he sometimes did. He'd heard rumors of some kind of pack drama just before he arrived, and wanted to make certain that the lands were actually safe for his son. The boy in question was chasing a butterfly, the spotty patches of sun dappling his muddy coat further. Tal called out to Liam, a smile on his face. "Stay close, Kiddo." Liam rolled his eyes, but slowed down, watching the butterfly flutter away. A movement caught Liam's attention, and he darted towards the special tree of the pack.
Tal followed his son at a more relaxed pace. Everything seemed to be in order here. He froze when he heard his five month old son growl.
Green eyes narrowed at the coy-wolf. The young boy's voice was amusing, as if he were trying to be rough, but didn't have a mean bone in his body. "Who are you? What do you want?" Tal knew they often had visitors, trading goods and the such. He padded forward quickly, nipping his son gently, but in warning. "Manners, Liam. How many times do I need to tell you about manners?"
Tal turned his bi-colored gaze on the stranger. "Hello there. Can we help you?" His tone was neutral, but friendly, his posture laid back. His ears were perked in curiosity, his tail loose and wagging just slightly. In contrast, his son's ears were laid back, his hackles raised. The muddy toned boy was a picture of suspicion. Where Tal felt okay trusting others now, the boy, Liam was almost paranoid about strangers. Wolves in the pack, he could trust. Other wolves and canines, not so much.
Tal followed his son at a more relaxed pace. Everything seemed to be in order here. He froze when he heard his five month old son growl.
Green eyes narrowed at the coy-wolf. The young boy's voice was amusing, as if he were trying to be rough, but didn't have a mean bone in his body. "Who are you? What do you want?" Tal knew they often had visitors, trading goods and the such. He padded forward quickly, nipping his son gently, but in warning. "Manners, Liam. How many times do I need to tell you about manners?"
Tal turned his bi-colored gaze on the stranger. "Hello there. Can we help you?" His tone was neutral, but friendly, his posture laid back. His ears were perked in curiosity, his tail loose and wagging just slightly. In contrast, his son's ears were laid back, his hackles raised. The muddy toned boy was a picture of suspicion. Where Tal felt okay trusting others now, the boy, Liam was almost paranoid about strangers. Wolves in the pack, he could trust. Other wolves and canines, not so much.