05-30-2012, 03:52 AM
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Coeus was sore of foot and poor of temper. The walk had been longer than expected and the day had bled away from the sky, staining the once bright color indigo. It had been a relief to finally smell the distinct scent of other wolves, though slightly discerning. The last time he had encountered others of his kind, he had paying his respects to his dead mother. His amber eyes glanced back towards the dappled gray mare that had begun grazing on the soft, spring grass. No matter how friendly and loving, a horse's company was not enough to satisfy the young male, but he sighed in defeat, unable to chastise Becca in any way or form. As if in forgiveness, he brushed his flank against her sturdy legs, which also served to calm him slightly. Shifting now would be just a waste of energy, all of which he needed to confront the leaders of this foreign pack.
Once again, he approached the border, examining the musky undertones that were contained within the scent. As he glanced both ways along the border and forward into the dimness of the night, he could perceive none in his close vicinity. Coeus was normally a patient soul, but nervous energy was getting the best of him. Restless shifting brought him to his paws again, pacing before the border in agitation. He bowed his head and tried to relax himself. "You are a sensible being," he muttered to himself, "You're smart, strong, and handsome to boot." The last part drove a chuckle out of his muzzle which was enough to calm him into commitment.
At last, he turned with gritty determination and threw his head back in a throaty howl.
Coeus was sore of foot and poor of temper. The walk had been longer than expected and the day had bled away from the sky, staining the once bright color indigo. It had been a relief to finally smell the distinct scent of other wolves, though slightly discerning. The last time he had encountered others of his kind, he had paying his respects to his dead mother. His amber eyes glanced back towards the dappled gray mare that had begun grazing on the soft, spring grass. No matter how friendly and loving, a horse's company was not enough to satisfy the young male, but he sighed in defeat, unable to chastise Becca in any way or form. As if in forgiveness, he brushed his flank against her sturdy legs, which also served to calm him slightly. Shifting now would be just a waste of energy, all of which he needed to confront the leaders of this foreign pack.
Once again, he approached the border, examining the musky undertones that were contained within the scent. As he glanced both ways along the border and forward into the dimness of the night, he could perceive none in his close vicinity. Coeus was normally a patient soul, but nervous energy was getting the best of him. Restless shifting brought him to his paws again, pacing before the border in agitation. He bowed his head and tried to relax himself. "You are a sensible being," he muttered to himself, "You're smart, strong, and handsome to boot." The last part drove a chuckle out of his muzzle which was enough to calm him into commitment.
At last, he turned with gritty determination and threw his head back in a throaty howl.