[J]You think you can tell the difference..

Tito Monrow · 07-01-2011, 01:27 AM

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Word Count → 310 :: ohyahh. time to join. Form is optime. Big Grin Tell me if I'm missing anything.. Please. table credit to Sie of the mentors group.

Tito leaned forward, listening closely as the steady thumping of the Breck's hooves on the old dirt road became quieter. He opened his eyes, looking down at his sheep that had decided to nestle up against him. He had no problems with it, especially when his mood was neutral. But he knew he could no longer rest his eyes. "It's time to be on guard." His mental voice murmured, followed by a hissed warning to sit up. The wolf stirred, trying to move away from the sheep without waking it. The wool covered being opened it's eyes, lifting his head to try make sure Tito was not leaving him. The closer and closer the wolf and sheep became, the worse the animal's separation anxiety seemed to get.

The wolf shook his head, attempting to ward off tired lids. He crawled over to the opening of the carriage, allowing his feet to hang over the edge. His hands caressed the rope, leaving him to feel empowered as he grasped it tighter. He did not allow his mind to wander to the fact that his father had once held the same twisted vine- For taking a trip into his past would drag him away from the matter at hand. His black nose twitched, picking up the scent of a nearby territory. It was stronger then before, which told him that they were getting closer. Once he had set Breck up in the right direction, all there was to do was let him do his thing. The horse was made for running, and that's exactly what he would do. "In our new home," Said the wolf, flipping the word home around in his mouth. It had not been spoken or thought of in a long while, and with good reason. But he was ready to settle down now.. He needed to be. As much as he could endure loneliness, the wolf knew he was a social creature. And until he worked his way back into a social structure, he would continue to feel as though something was missing.

When he came to what seemed like a good stopping point, the white fellow tugged on the reigns. He did it gently, knowing that the horse hated the piece of metal that dug into his mouth when Tito did this. He hopped off the carriage, the two paws that he was using for walking meeting the ground eagerly. The wolf walked to the front of the horse, touching his face and letting his nose touch the animal's. He stepped back, the sound of the sheep jumping to the ground startling him. The horse, obviously sensing his discomfort, gave a soft neigh- But luckily, did not spook. The Monrow turned to the sheep, pointing a stern finger at him. "You need to stay here." Though his companion did not respond, Tito knew he heard him. Whether or not he pretended to understand or not was the question.

The wolf began walking away from the carriage, leaving the shade of the trees to stand in the grass opening. He tilted his head back slightly, letting a long howl leave his maw. The message was not specific, but stated his purpose clearly. He was here to join.

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