02-28-2009, 07:18 PM
The silvery steele hybrid had been making his rounds on the borders when he'd caught the scent of another, it was strange and yet it wasn't one of the newer packmates he'd yet to grow use to. He'd seen their faces once to twice but hadn't really made any move to learn more about them, he hadn't made much attempt to kept up with anything since the knews of his mother's death had hit home. The Savant wasn't for certain what he was doing anymore. He went through his everyday routine and yet nothing seemed to change, it was like he expected the silver and gold woman to appear out of the woods and bark some sassy command for him to straighten up and stop looking so gloomy and serious. He sighed, his breath crisp in the air as he came back to reality and shook his head at the wish to see the Matriarch who would never return back to them.
He turned his eyes back towards the stranger who was waiting for something, not really wanting to spend time in the company of a nosy neighbor or someone looking for a bed and breakfast but he was responsible for the pack and he knew that Jefferson would probably have his ears in tatters to rival what his own mother had once been graced with. He bared his fangs at the thought and trampsed through the snow on long coyote limbs towards the scent of the woman who didn't seem to even notice him in the rising rays of the winter sun.
Stopping before the woman DaVinci spoke up suddenly as he realized how scarred up her pelt seemed to be. "Hey kid, you alright.." he asked, his stormy orbs glancing over her form, looking for fresh wounds or blood as he scented the air. His ears flickered slightly as he tried to catch the sound of another, perhaps a stranger following the young girl as he realized after a moment that they were infact alone... or so he hoped.
He turned his eyes back towards the stranger who was waiting for something, not really wanting to spend time in the company of a nosy neighbor or someone looking for a bed and breakfast but he was responsible for the pack and he knew that Jefferson would probably have his ears in tatters to rival what his own mother had once been graced with. He bared his fangs at the thought and trampsed through the snow on long coyote limbs towards the scent of the woman who didn't seem to even notice him in the rising rays of the winter sun.
Stopping before the woman DaVinci spoke up suddenly as he realized how scarred up her pelt seemed to be. "Hey kid, you alright.." he asked, his stormy orbs glancing over her form, looking for fresh wounds or blood as he scented the air. His ears flickered slightly as he tried to catch the sound of another, perhaps a stranger following the young girl as he realized after a moment that they were infact alone... or so he hoped.