Kolniður

Coeus · 05-31-2012, 12:58 AM

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He could not help but chuckle at her excitable story, though he was believing less and less of it has the time went on. Though, this outrageous little wolf was definitely growing on him. Already, Coeus was forming conclusions about the mysterious monsters that she had described. He backdated through his inventory of knowledge, remembering the long walks he had taken through the forest and the mental documentations he had made. Coeus didn't recall such a orange flower, but reasoned that it must be some strange variation that appeared in only certain areas.

His eyes looked toward the fence that blocked his way, wondering whether it was some variation the humans had made before their destruction. The man rolled his shoulders, choosing not to settle on such a tedious subject and wrapped his strong hands at the top of the fence and vaulted himself onto the other side, nearly landing on Sydney in the process. Stepping to the side, he shook off the energy required for shifting and jumping the fence and took a moment to stretch his arms over his head. However, it was interrupted Sydney's agitated shouting. Immediately, playing the role of great danger, he went belly down on the ground. "Get down, Sydney! We don't want to alert them anymore than they already are." He glanced back and forth, whispering so quietly that it would be difficult to hear at even close range, "They don't seem to be intelligent beings; we may be safe if we don't move."

Coeus took the time to quickly examine the foes they were facing, they were certainly odd looking. He wasn't surprised the youth had mistaken them for something more than they were. Even though he no close experience with such young wolves, he knew his own imagination had run rampant, often causing his mother to roll her eyes at him. "Do you have a strategy for approach?" He asked suddenly, his voice still low and dark.

Code by the Mentors; photo courtesy to Astrid Walter

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