11-21-2011, 04:55 PM
ooc: boring wayne is boring. will edit in a table later. /+315 words, mandatory pack thread 5 pts
Others joined them near the carcass of the stag, and Wayne realized with a slightly sinking feeling that he didn’t know most of them. In fact, other than one or two he’d seen at a distance, he recognized only the founders. He glanced at his friend out of the corner of his eye to see if she’d drawn the same conclusion or if she’d been out and making friends without him again—which was fine enough for him so long as she kept out of trouble, too. His large body settled down as the last few wolves trickled in, many smelling like former loners.
He shifted when one of the newer members, Cain, greeted Dixie-May, though he held his tongue and focused instead on Jazper as he began to speak, his massive black body standing upright. He warned them of the coming winter as well as what it meant to be a pack—gathering food for others rather than just the self. It was probably best with the myriad of loners that made up the pack, though Wayne was familiar enough with the concept of hunting for another. His brown eyes drifted to Dixie for a moment until Jazper gave them permission to eat.
Floppy ears lay back against the Labrador’s broad skull at the offer. Now that the Sole had said that, he wasn’t sure that he would want to take advantage of the meat laid out before them—and he certainly didn’t want to be the first one to take the meat. He looked instead to his friend again, and then at the others of the pack, before saying at a neutral volume, “Anyone who wants help for a hunt can come to me. I have ropes we could potentially set up to trip prey or lasso them.” He nudged Dixie with his shoulder then, indicating that she should speak of her baskets.
Others joined them near the carcass of the stag, and Wayne realized with a slightly sinking feeling that he didn’t know most of them. In fact, other than one or two he’d seen at a distance, he recognized only the founders. He glanced at his friend out of the corner of his eye to see if she’d drawn the same conclusion or if she’d been out and making friends without him again—which was fine enough for him so long as she kept out of trouble, too. His large body settled down as the last few wolves trickled in, many smelling like former loners.
He shifted when one of the newer members, Cain, greeted Dixie-May, though he held his tongue and focused instead on Jazper as he began to speak, his massive black body standing upright. He warned them of the coming winter as well as what it meant to be a pack—gathering food for others rather than just the self. It was probably best with the myriad of loners that made up the pack, though Wayne was familiar enough with the concept of hunting for another. His brown eyes drifted to Dixie for a moment until Jazper gave them permission to eat.
Floppy ears lay back against the Labrador’s broad skull at the offer. Now that the Sole had said that, he wasn’t sure that he would want to take advantage of the meat laid out before them—and he certainly didn’t want to be the first one to take the meat. He looked instead to his friend again, and then at the others of the pack, before saying at a neutral volume, “Anyone who wants help for a hunt can come to me. I have ropes we could potentially set up to trip prey or lasso them.” He nudged Dixie with his shoulder then, indicating that she should speak of her baskets.