10-08-2012, 12:57 PM
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The breeze did not return as it had before, instead it roamed somewhere else disputing the underbrush and leaves much like it had here. Silently he was grateful. That would mean his fur would remain in it’s rightful place on top on his head and not down in the middle of his face. Without the ruffling of the leaves, the air around them was silent after he finished naming off his skills. However, it was not for long before the short silence was broken by the elegant she-wolf in front of him. She spoke his name with confidence, lingering over the syllables as if to dissect who he was from the simple sounds, and for a split second he couldn’t help but wonder what she thinking. He did not have much time to ponder over the she-wolfs interest with his name, however, before she brought up the question. He should have known it was coming. Any rational wolf would ask it, but still, it sent a determined flood of anger over him. He quickly tried to swallow it down, to shove it into the back of his mind where it could swirl until a question such as this brought it out again, but he still feel it smoldering, just waiting to break him. He tried to keep his posture the same, but he was almost positive the she-wolf could have seen it in his eyes if only they weren’t faced towards the ground.
“It’s Salvage, madam,” he said, maybe not as confident and sure as his words were moments before, but it was all he could do to keep the anger out of his voice. He could have said more on the subject, but he left it there. He did not want to make his anger boil over. Thankfully, she changed the subject for him. “Maybe we should get together some time, share our knowledge a little bit,” he said. Then, she turned and howled, sending a sweet tone through the air. The whole world around them seemed to sing along with her. Moments later another howl echoed through the air, an answer to her call. As he would have guessed, she was not of high rank and therefore could not allow him entry into the pack lands in front of him, but it wouldn’t be long before a leader who could arrived. Well, it was longer than he expected.
After quiet a moment’s wait, a white, male wolf cautiously came into sight. While the wolf looked large and taken care of, anyone could tell that he was injured, by both the sight of him and his smell. He did not seem to need any imminent care, just time for the body to repair itself, though if Raphael was a bit more experienced he might have been able to speed up the process. The male wolf stuttered as he spoke, but Raphael waved it off as him simply being tired from his injured journey over here. “I am Raphael,” he answered leaving off his last name once more, “I’ve come in the hopes that I may find a home here.”
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Word Count: 520
The breeze did not return as it had before, instead it roamed somewhere else disputing the underbrush and leaves much like it had here. Silently he was grateful. That would mean his fur would remain in it’s rightful place on top on his head and not down in the middle of his face. Without the ruffling of the leaves, the air around them was silent after he finished naming off his skills. However, it was not for long before the short silence was broken by the elegant she-wolf in front of him. She spoke his name with confidence, lingering over the syllables as if to dissect who he was from the simple sounds, and for a split second he couldn’t help but wonder what she thinking. He did not have much time to ponder over the she-wolfs interest with his name, however, before she brought up the question. He should have known it was coming. Any rational wolf would ask it, but still, it sent a determined flood of anger over him. He quickly tried to swallow it down, to shove it into the back of his mind where it could swirl until a question such as this brought it out again, but he still feel it smoldering, just waiting to break him. He tried to keep his posture the same, but he was almost positive the she-wolf could have seen it in his eyes if only they weren’t faced towards the ground.
“It’s Salvage, madam,” he said, maybe not as confident and sure as his words were moments before, but it was all he could do to keep the anger out of his voice. He could have said more on the subject, but he left it there. He did not want to make his anger boil over. Thankfully, she changed the subject for him. “Maybe we should get together some time, share our knowledge a little bit,” he said. Then, she turned and howled, sending a sweet tone through the air. The whole world around them seemed to sing along with her. Moments later another howl echoed through the air, an answer to her call. As he would have guessed, she was not of high rank and therefore could not allow him entry into the pack lands in front of him, but it wouldn’t be long before a leader who could arrived. Well, it was longer than he expected.
After quiet a moment’s wait, a white, male wolf cautiously came into sight. While the wolf looked large and taken care of, anyone could tell that he was injured, by both the sight of him and his smell. He did not seem to need any imminent care, just time for the body to repair itself, though if Raphael was a bit more experienced he might have been able to speed up the process. The male wolf stuttered as he spoke, but Raphael waved it off as him simply being tired from his injured journey over here. “I am Raphael,” he answered leaving off his last name once more, “I’ve come in the hopes that I may find a home here.”
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