02-28-2012, 11:04 PM
He was in lupus form, a rare occasion for him, but his son Myrddin was tagging along with him. Often, he had to lift the one moth old over a deeper snow drift, and then turn around for the feline, Sheba, who was also trailing behind him. Their destination was the herb garden. As they walked, Myrddin was full of questions for him, as he had been at the same age. For his age, the pup was bright, and more verbal than most his age. The pale father enjoyed answering the questions, even though most of them were either 'Why?' or 'Whats that?'
He paused just outside of the garden, drawing in deep breaths. A strange scent was on the air, and while he didn't doubt that it was a friendly visitor, there was always that off chance....
"Stay here with Myrddin," he hissed softly at the cat before jumping the fence to land softly in the garden. He drew in a deep breath as he began tracking the scent. After a moment, he spoke. "I know you're in here. Show yourself." His voice carried the authority of the prottetore, his rank within the D'Arte pack.
He paused just outside of the garden, drawing in deep breaths. A strange scent was on the air, and while he didn't doubt that it was a friendly visitor, there was always that off chance....
"Stay here with Myrddin," he hissed softly at the cat before jumping the fence to land softly in the garden. He drew in a deep breath as he began tracking the scent. After a moment, he spoke. "I know you're in here. Show yourself." His voice carried the authority of the prottetore, his rank within the D'Arte pack.