Big, friendly giant

Jimson Morris · 09-13-2012, 06:42 PM

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Jimson smiled at the other's statement. "I wouldn't say yer exactly unnoticeable," he commented. "Y'just step quietly, 's all." He chuckled at Sebastian's courtly bow, stepping back a pace or so to give the small wolf space as he felt the other's auburn ears brush his middle. He wondered if Sebastian was a wanderer, as well. It did not seem likely, though -- the small male had his own distinct smell, but he also smelled of other canines, implying that he spent a bit of time in close proximity to others. That usually meant at the very least a pack, more probably a family.

The dog's heart wrenched at the thought. It had damn near been a year, and yet still he felt such an intense pain when he thought of his family. So many lost. Out of the twenty-three family members that lived together in the big old farm house, only Jimson and two of his brothers had been spared from nature's wrath. He still had not adjusted to sleeping alone at night, to not having puppies in his face when he woke up in the morning and under his feet all day. The family of sheep herders had not prescribed to any particular religious system, but such an unjust act had left Jimson wondering. Such horrible things could not just happen at random -- where was the sense in that? There must be some greater purpose, some reason that such a horrible thing had befallen his family. And with that came guilt, because most of his loved ones had been so good, so it had to have been something Jimson or his two surviving brothers had done to bring on such bad tidings. He just had yet to figure out what, exactly.

His reverie was broken as a sudden sneeze took him by surprise. He blinked a few times and sniffed, smiling at the red wolf. "Sorry," he apologized. "Dust's gettin' t'me. Whaddaya say we get some fresh air? Y'know much 'bout th' area? Anythin' interestin' 'round here?"

Table credit Raze.

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