04-04-2009, 09:04 AM
"Banekyles," Brennt said stupidly a moment later, testing the name on his tongue, speaking it all as one word, as he was a little unfamiliar with surnames. Blank eyes didn't move from his large counterpart, but the hair on the back of his neck stayed down, as the other wolf had kept his distance. That was okay, Brennt could be quite suspicious, but it was generally a relatively passive suspicion, only the predator had the alacrity of thought to do very much in the way of anticipating attack.
"With Cwmfen. She's got blue stripes. She is mean." His diction was extremely simple, but it related his thoughts well enough, in this case. He didn't believe himself to be responsible for what had happened. She had said he liked him in ways that were much clearer than words, and then attacked him for no reason. As if words were necessary for what they had been trying to do, or as if they could invalidate the other signals...in Brennt's mind, words came dead last in terms of communication. Their worth was little, their accuracy was little, and their safety wasn't good, either, as liars could do a lot with words.
He didn't know why he'd told the other large wolf, maybe he knew her? She knew how to fight big wolves, so maybe she had fought him at some point. Maybe, if they both disliked Cwmfen, Banekyles would decide he was alright and leave him alone? Brennt didn't know for sure, but for now he would just go with impulse and hopefully eventually be left alone again. The truth was, though he didn't know it, that he would have been unable to fight Bane even in top condition. Cwmfen had done her damage to him, and though the predator could analyze its own chances and might have run from what it perceived to be an overly curious male with the capacity to kill it, especially in its weakened state, Brennt could realize no such suspicion nor analysis while his mind swam in the world of words.
"With Cwmfen. She's got blue stripes. She is mean." His diction was extremely simple, but it related his thoughts well enough, in this case. He didn't believe himself to be responsible for what had happened. She had said he liked him in ways that were much clearer than words, and then attacked him for no reason. As if words were necessary for what they had been trying to do, or as if they could invalidate the other signals...in Brennt's mind, words came dead last in terms of communication. Their worth was little, their accuracy was little, and their safety wasn't good, either, as liars could do a lot with words.
He didn't know why he'd told the other large wolf, maybe he knew her? She knew how to fight big wolves, so maybe she had fought him at some point. Maybe, if they both disliked Cwmfen, Banekyles would decide he was alright and leave him alone? Brennt didn't know for sure, but for now he would just go with impulse and hopefully eventually be left alone again. The truth was, though he didn't know it, that he would have been unable to fight Bane even in top condition. Cwmfen had done her damage to him, and though the predator could analyze its own chances and might have run from what it perceived to be an overly curious male with the capacity to kill it, especially in its weakened state, Brennt could realize no such suspicion nor analysis while his mind swam in the world of words.