11-23-2008, 12:59 PM
The cold was making quick work of stiffening up his muscles and joints so he paused for a quick stretch. All was looking pretty good for a moment. Then out of nowhere he was hit hard and found himself on the ground. To say the least, it was a huge surprise. There were only two wolves he had ever known to knock him down in a single blow like that. One was his tiny sister. The other was his massive, long-dead, Uncle Havoc. But as he stood, he momentarily forgot that Havoc was dead. The male voice and lack of accent made Noah look round in disbelief. Since he had left the far northern mountains, he had rarely met anyone without one of those awful new worlder accents that were so hard to understand, let alone meet anyone who sounded like family.
To his disappointment, it was not Uncle Havoc but some strange other. Even though he knew hoping to see his dead uncle was foolish, he was still annoyed at having someone other than Havoc standing there. Even more to his annoyance, the beaver now lay in a mess of snow and pine needles. To further add to his annoyance, the other wolf, a werewolf now that Noah had a good look at him, did not only omit any apology but went as far to throw the blame upon Noah instead.
“Lad,” he warned, for he was not about to take such abuse, especially from a pup, “I’d watch yer tounge if I were yeh.”
Noah usually relied on his size to ward off potential scrappers. It usually worked but in this case, he saw that it would not work. Not only was the rude pup another giant, but there was something about him that was just begging for him to be put in his place. Noah wished Charm was there. She was a real little fighter. Noah on the other paw fought only in necessity. However, he was not one to let himself be bullied either.
To his disappointment, it was not Uncle Havoc but some strange other. Even though he knew hoping to see his dead uncle was foolish, he was still annoyed at having someone other than Havoc standing there. Even more to his annoyance, the beaver now lay in a mess of snow and pine needles. To further add to his annoyance, the other wolf, a werewolf now that Noah had a good look at him, did not only omit any apology but went as far to throw the blame upon Noah instead.
“Lad,” he warned, for he was not about to take such abuse, especially from a pup, “I’d watch yer tounge if I were yeh.”
Noah usually relied on his size to ward off potential scrappers. It usually worked but in this case, he saw that it would not work. Not only was the rude pup another giant, but there was something about him that was just begging for him to be put in his place. Noah wished Charm was there. She was a real little fighter. Noah on the other paw fought only in necessity. However, he was not one to let himself be bullied either.