02-21-2012, 01:37 AM
May i join?
Kota had been out exploring once more in the early hours of the morning, he had been here in this pack awhile and still he had not explored every inch of the land to his satisfaction. This particular morning he found himself in what appeared to be an orchard of some kind of fruit tree's. With his interest tickled at what type fruit these tree's may bare Kota ventured onward into the heart of the grove. He continued slowly untill his ears picked up the scrape, scrape, scrape of rock on metal; this sound both worried him and made him wonder who it could be. It wasn't long however before he found out, the scraping had stopped but now he could see who had been making it.
Kota stood and watched the figure a moment before it struck him just where he had seen this wolf before! it had been at the pack meeting; she had sat at the head at a position just lower then the one whom he vowed his unwavering loyalty to. Kota flushed at that thought; maybe he had gone to far in making such a scene infront of the whole pack, but at least his feelings were made clear. Now with hesitant steps; the black wolf approched the second in command and with a voice strong but respectfull; called out. "Hello!" before the other could even turn good Kota was down upon one knee with his head bowed respectfully to her.
This style of showing respect to a higher rank had been taught to him in his old pack where they were close to the old kings and queens of centuries past. Kota spoke not another word but waited to be greeted in return; another sign of respect...at least in his eyes. Kota didn't know the others name but as he bowed there with the slight breeze blowing the cloak of black cloth; he coudn't help but admire her beauty; it was truely a pleasure to see that Crimson Dreams held so many attractive wolves, and not just female. Durring the meet he had seen some handsome males to, to Kota beauty wasn't a thing to attract a mate; to him beauty was art. Beauty was....was....well it just was and he was happy about that. Then as he gazed still at her from slightly hidden eyes he realised! this was the second in command! Oak had mentioned that his mother held that position; maybe this was his new friends mother.
Kota had been out exploring once more in the early hours of the morning, he had been here in this pack awhile and still he had not explored every inch of the land to his satisfaction. This particular morning he found himself in what appeared to be an orchard of some kind of fruit tree's. With his interest tickled at what type fruit these tree's may bare Kota ventured onward into the heart of the grove. He continued slowly untill his ears picked up the scrape, scrape, scrape of rock on metal; this sound both worried him and made him wonder who it could be. It wasn't long however before he found out, the scraping had stopped but now he could see who had been making it.
Kota stood and watched the figure a moment before it struck him just where he had seen this wolf before! it had been at the pack meeting; she had sat at the head at a position just lower then the one whom he vowed his unwavering loyalty to. Kota flushed at that thought; maybe he had gone to far in making such a scene infront of the whole pack, but at least his feelings were made clear. Now with hesitant steps; the black wolf approched the second in command and with a voice strong but respectfull; called out. "Hello!" before the other could even turn good Kota was down upon one knee with his head bowed respectfully to her.
This style of showing respect to a higher rank had been taught to him in his old pack where they were close to the old kings and queens of centuries past. Kota spoke not another word but waited to be greeted in return; another sign of respect...at least in his eyes. Kota didn't know the others name but as he bowed there with the slight breeze blowing the cloak of black cloth; he coudn't help but admire her beauty; it was truely a pleasure to see that Crimson Dreams held so many attractive wolves, and not just female. Durring the meet he had seen some handsome males to, to Kota beauty wasn't a thing to attract a mate; to him beauty was art. Beauty was....was....well it just was and he was happy about that. Then as he gazed still at her from slightly hidden eyes he realised! this was the second in command! Oak had mentioned that his mother held that position; maybe this was his new friends mother.