09-06-2012, 09:07 PM
The dog passed him the notepad and pencil again, trust in his eyes. Why did this guy trust him? They didn't even know each other. He was way too vulnerable out here. It partly made Raoth want to protect him from getting harmed and experiencing what he had. On the other hand, doing such a thing would only make Raoth a target. He cared for himself, and only himself. He couldn't waste his time keeping the dog from getting beat up and following after him. That's what he did for Aro, and only because Aro was his master. There was no one else that he owed loyalty to.
Looking down at the paper he frowned. Raoth didn't have a clue what he was supposed to do with it. He glanced up to the red colored dog, finding expectant eyes staring at him. Clearly the coyote was supposed to do something with the paper. But what? Fidgeting he looked down at the paper, drawing a blank. A drawing? No, that wasn't right. Yes! He was supposed to write something! What was he going to write though? He only had a limited number of words that he could put down, almost none of them containing more than three letters. And he had to make a sentence out of it.
He couldn't look like a fool! Raoth was not going to give up and just give back a blank pad. Slow suspicion was forming in the dog's eyes, a sharp growl breaking from Raoth's lips as he tried to come up with the right words. Hello? No, they already said that, and he could only really write hi. His name? He didn't have a clue how it was spelled though. He had to come up with something! At last he scribbled down a short sentence. I can hunt. Perhaps not the most sensible sentence, but perhaps he would take it as an offer to get food or something, or saying that he was hungry.
Looking down at the paper he frowned. Raoth didn't have a clue what he was supposed to do with it. He glanced up to the red colored dog, finding expectant eyes staring at him. Clearly the coyote was supposed to do something with the paper. But what? Fidgeting he looked down at the paper, drawing a blank. A drawing? No, that wasn't right. Yes! He was supposed to write something! What was he going to write though? He only had a limited number of words that he could put down, almost none of them containing more than three letters. And he had to make a sentence out of it.
He couldn't look like a fool! Raoth was not going to give up and just give back a blank pad. Slow suspicion was forming in the dog's eyes, a sharp growl breaking from Raoth's lips as he tried to come up with the right words. Hello? No, they already said that, and he could only really write hi. His name? He didn't have a clue how it was spelled though. He had to come up with something! At last he scribbled down a short sentence. I can hunt. Perhaps not the most sensible sentence, but perhaps he would take it as an offer to get food or something, or saying that he was hungry.