03-25-2009, 01:28 PM
In a way, it was fascinating. The cans were dull in coloration, not shiny and new as they once had been, but they still entertained Brennt's dim mind. Fascination was rarely felt within the large wolf, he just wasn't curious enough to experience or haphazardly come across it most of the time. Nonetheless, tipping the trash receptacles on their sides and sending them rolling down what ancient humans would have called a drive way was plenty to keep him occupied this morning. He had wandered into this place some time ago, and though he was surrounded by things he did not understand, he hadn't been all that interested until he had inadvertently knocked one of the hollow cylinders onto its side. He liked the sound, but not nearly as much as he liked the other sound, the one it made when it rolled downhill.
A big, stupid grin was plastered across his face as nudged the latest can onto its side, and let it begin its journey down the longest slope he had found so far. He probably looked stupid, but that wasn't something he considered when he was alone. No...being self-conscious would never occur to him when on his own, not now, and not one the trail away from Nowry Village, either. He had discovered that, save for the inability to sate his hunger for children, he was much happier when on his own. As an animal, he was fully functional. He could feed himself. He could hunt. He could stalk. He could find good sleeping places and steer clear of animals more dangerous than him. No, it was only when in communities of wolves that he was deficient. Only when around them that he became distressed. And only when around them that the hunger grew very quickly. Over the last few weeks, he had come to an unspoken, subconscious understanding that his taste for puppies would not go away, and that it was not a one or two-time event. Sooner or later, he would always need more. After slaughtering the coyote children, though, he was satisfied again for a time.
Suddenly, as he chanced to hang his head, looking beneath one of the strange wheeled gadgets the humans parked on their slopes, that he discovered something momentous. The larger channel, the river of tar, it was a slope too! But a much bigger one! If he tipped a can onto that, it might roll for minutes and minutes, instead of a few seconds! Quickly, he grabbed one of his cans and turned it so that its rolling side faced down the street. Laughing stupidly, he let it go, and it began to roll. Soon enough, he was chasing it down the street, tongue lolling out all the way.
A big, stupid grin was plastered across his face as nudged the latest can onto its side, and let it begin its journey down the longest slope he had found so far. He probably looked stupid, but that wasn't something he considered when he was alone. No...being self-conscious would never occur to him when on his own, not now, and not one the trail away from Nowry Village, either. He had discovered that, save for the inability to sate his hunger for children, he was much happier when on his own. As an animal, he was fully functional. He could feed himself. He could hunt. He could stalk. He could find good sleeping places and steer clear of animals more dangerous than him. No, it was only when in communities of wolves that he was deficient. Only when around them that he became distressed. And only when around them that the hunger grew very quickly. Over the last few weeks, he had come to an unspoken, subconscious understanding that his taste for puppies would not go away, and that it was not a one or two-time event. Sooner or later, he would always need more. After slaughtering the coyote children, though, he was satisfied again for a time.
Suddenly, as he chanced to hang his head, looking beneath one of the strange wheeled gadgets the humans parked on their slopes, that he discovered something momentous. The larger channel, the river of tar, it was a slope too! But a much bigger one! If he tipped a can onto that, it might roll for minutes and minutes, instead of a few seconds! Quickly, he grabbed one of his cans and turned it so that its rolling side faced down the street. Laughing stupidly, he let it go, and it began to roll. Soon enough, he was chasing it down the street, tongue lolling out all the way.