02-04-2009, 10:12 PM
As he sat patiently licking his sore footpads, a sound reached his ears. He had been enjoying the chorus of the changing of the day from the whipporwils to the early robins when a voice broke the silence. At the voice his first instinct was to bristle and growl, but he held himself in check.
Dropping his tail and ears slightly, he turned to face the voice. The wolf before him was a slender female, and he waited until she spoke. He could tell by her stance and mannerisms that she wasn't just a random pack member, but someone with a little authority, especially over him.
Be good, he told himself. His stocky frame dwarfing her smaller one made for an odd scene as he kept his eyes averted ever so carefully stealing glances at her. His brogue thick, he cleared his throat and spoke.
"Och mah lady, mah name es Moose, Moose tha Wahld, und Ah'm seekin' ah hoome. Ah've coom upon ye lands in search o' jist tha'."
Dropping his tail and ears slightly, he turned to face the voice. The wolf before him was a slender female, and he waited until she spoke. He could tell by her stance and mannerisms that she wasn't just a random pack member, but someone with a little authority, especially over him.
Be good, he told himself. His stocky frame dwarfing her smaller one made for an odd scene as he kept his eyes averted ever so carefully stealing glances at her. His brogue thick, he cleared his throat and spoke.
"Och mah lady, mah name es Moose, Moose tha Wahld, und Ah'm seekin' ah hoome. Ah've coom upon ye lands in search o' jist tha'."