02-08-2009, 12:32 PM
"They call meh Moose tha Walhd... er jist Moose fer shor'." Her voice had been rough when she spoke, but he was unsure if it was natural or from disuse. His tail wagged slightly, slowly, stirring small unsettled snow flakes from their places and casting them about.
The stars twinkled around them, a clear sky for a beautiful evening. The sunset had been magnificent, one that he and Sirce would have sat in their favorite meadows and watched on the sun warmed rocks. Once the sun went down, they would race one another around their borders, howling in joy until others joined them. These races would run all night and occasionally turn into moon-lit hunts if the game were as active as the wolves. There's no better time to hunt... His thoughts were drifting away from the fey in front of him.
The scent of a male was upon this female, proving there were males in the pack. Apparently she had a mate. The same could be said of the other femmes he had met. So perhaps it wasn't a male's dream, he wasn't interested in moving on, especially not at the moment. For now, he would be content being a pack member and working his way into better graces. How long would it take before some other new comer appeared and he was no longer the lowest rung on the ladder? He was determined to make good on his skills and help his pack. It was in his nature after all.
"Ah've na' bin 'ere ta lawng, boot, Ah've bin wan'erin' far und wi' afore Ah foun' Crimson Drims. Und Ah've decided 'twas tahme ta stawp wan'erin' und settl' dawn again."
The stars twinkled around them, a clear sky for a beautiful evening. The sunset had been magnificent, one that he and Sirce would have sat in their favorite meadows and watched on the sun warmed rocks. Once the sun went down, they would race one another around their borders, howling in joy until others joined them. These races would run all night and occasionally turn into moon-lit hunts if the game were as active as the wolves. There's no better time to hunt... His thoughts were drifting away from the fey in front of him.
The scent of a male was upon this female, proving there were males in the pack. Apparently she had a mate. The same could be said of the other femmes he had met. So perhaps it wasn't a male's dream, he wasn't interested in moving on, especially not at the moment. For now, he would be content being a pack member and working his way into better graces. How long would it take before some other new comer appeared and he was no longer the lowest rung on the ladder? He was determined to make good on his skills and help his pack. It was in his nature after all.
"Ah've na' bin 'ere ta lawng, boot, Ah've bin wan'erin' far und wi' afore Ah foun' Crimson Drims. Und Ah've decided 'twas tahme ta stawp wan'erin' und settl' dawn again."