09-02-2012, 10:26 PM
The coyote was reveling in the taste of freedom. Not that it was much different from his normal life. He still remained attached to Aro's side, not going far from the wolf, and still had to deal with his inability to be able to speak. In fact, the only thing that had changed was the fact that he could tell himself he was free, and not feel like he had to attempt to escape. Not that his escape attempts had ever gone very far with the coyote turning right back around every time that it happened.
The scent of a dog caught the young male's attention. Growling with hate he slipped through the woods. Was it the merchant? No, this was different. A male, around the same age that he was. A little more hesitant now he stepped forwards, spotting tears rolling down the face of the dog. Great. He was upset. Not something he could deal with. It was a good thing that it was dark out, or he might have to deal with the awkward situation of actually having to face the dog. He was clearly weak, sitting out here in the open crying. Anyone could kill him.
The scent of a dog caught the young male's attention. Growling with hate he slipped through the woods. Was it the merchant? No, this was different. A male, around the same age that he was. A little more hesitant now he stepped forwards, spotting tears rolling down the face of the dog. Great. He was upset. Not something he could deal with. It was a good thing that it was dark out, or he might have to deal with the awkward situation of actually having to face the dog. He was clearly weak, sitting out here in the open crying. Anyone could kill him.