03-25-2009, 02:02 PM
Focused as he was, he didn't catch the girl's call the first time around. The sound of the rolling was all he cared about, and all he noticed for many moments after it had begun. He seemed to remember hearing something, though, once the accompanying sound of another rolling can sounded behind him. He wasn't surprised by it, at any rate, but rather connected to the sound from before, the one he had ignored. He only spared it a passing glance, before returning his attention to his own can. He didn't know yet if this was someone trying to de-can him, or beat him, or what else, but because she seemed to have a can herself, it never occurred to him that it might be a form of mockery. That was strange, because it's the sort of thing Pallok might have done, but still, he remained at ease, even after the introduction of the new can-roller.
When the hill began to bottom out, he heard the padding of the nearing girl, and felt the jarring collision as she crashed into his backside. She sprawled on beyond him, but being considerably larger, he was only destabilized enough that he ended up skidding to a halt in a half-sit. He knew that he wasn't hurt, and the way she sprang back almost immediately told him that she hadn't been hurt, either. While he was initially stern and distrustful, her grin and tone convinced him shortly that she was a playmate, and not a villain of any kind.
"Carried?" He looked over to the left and saw her can stuck on the curb. He then turned to look back at her, and remembered how his mother sometimes used that word in a way where it meant something different, and nodded emphatically. "Oh, yeah." As if this were an understandable answer to her turn of phrase, he began walking over to his own can, which had rolled several dozen feet further than the two of them, before being caught by a young bush, one which had taken seed after the departure of the humans.
"Um..." he considered for a moment. For some reason he wasn't aware of, he liked this little black wolf, even though she had hurt him a little bit. For that reason, he didn't want to simply tell her that he didn't know a name for the game, but rather seem smarter, and have a name picked out.
"I call it the Rolly-Game," he said, with a tone of certainty that he knew was fake. In truth, he hoped it was creative. The last thing he wanted was for his new playmate to think he was stupid.
When the hill began to bottom out, he heard the padding of the nearing girl, and felt the jarring collision as she crashed into his backside. She sprawled on beyond him, but being considerably larger, he was only destabilized enough that he ended up skidding to a halt in a half-sit. He knew that he wasn't hurt, and the way she sprang back almost immediately told him that she hadn't been hurt, either. While he was initially stern and distrustful, her grin and tone convinced him shortly that she was a playmate, and not a villain of any kind.
"Carried?" He looked over to the left and saw her can stuck on the curb. He then turned to look back at her, and remembered how his mother sometimes used that word in a way where it meant something different, and nodded emphatically. "Oh, yeah." As if this were an understandable answer to her turn of phrase, he began walking over to his own can, which had rolled several dozen feet further than the two of them, before being caught by a young bush, one which had taken seed after the departure of the humans.
"Um..." he considered for a moment. For some reason he wasn't aware of, he liked this little black wolf, even though she had hurt him a little bit. For that reason, he didn't want to simply tell her that he didn't know a name for the game, but rather seem smarter, and have a name picked out.
"I call it the Rolly-Game," he said, with a tone of certainty that he knew was fake. In truth, he hoped it was creative. The last thing he wanted was for his new playmate to think he was stupid.