03-25-2009, 02:48 PM
She was really tiny. The little black wolf inspired what little curiosity he had for a few moments as he tried to decide what he thought about her. He was a little confused that she was similar to other females he'd met, but very unlike any of them in other ways. She wasn't small like the puppies he ate, and she wasn't old like the females he tried to mate with, nor was she aggressive like the one he'd met on the border of the pack territory. She was somehow between the first two, and the polar opposite of the last one, being incredibly nice and not trying to make him stop what he was doing. No, this girl was far different from anyone else he'd met so far, and his interaction with her felt like it would turn out better than it had with anyone else.
Despite all of the positive feeling he got about her, there were drawbacks. At first, he didn't know what she was saying. Furrowing his brow, it took him longer to figure out what she meant than it usually did for normal wolves, which meant that there was a significant gap between when she finished talking and when he started. The long 'L' word she used wasn't one he knew, and the way she talked was different than the way most wolves talked. At first, he disliked that because it made her harder to understand, but after a moment, it made him smile, because he was that way too. It was because he sounded different that other wolves could tell he was stupid...maybe they treated her bad for being different, too? Maybe that was why she seemed so nice, because people were mean to her, and she knew how it felt. She even complimented him on his game! She was by far the nicest person he'd met since Nowry Village.
"Maser--Maseruh...Maz?" He tried the name, and although he only half understood the import of the phrase 'Maz for short', he went ahead and cut the name down to a length he could manage. Having not properly understood the phrase, he proceeded to use it incorrectly a few moments later. "I'm Brennt. Brennt for short." If it didn't sound so dumb, one might wonder if he was joking. As it stood, the introductions were made, and the two new friends stood across from one another, black and gray-brown.
"There are more rolly...roll...ers, up there. If we want, we can go up and roll them down again. I have a bunch more up there." It was an unusual feeling for him, trying to impress someone as a friend and not as a potential mate, nor simply to avoid embarrassment. He genuinely wanted to be liked, contradicting the string of incidents that had led to his being here, today. It was a testament to the simplicity of his mind that he could go from slaughter and battle to care-free fun so quickly...and all it had cost to buy the last few days of bliss, and the friendship that was budding now, were the lives of a few hapless coyotes.
Despite all of the positive feeling he got about her, there were drawbacks. At first, he didn't know what she was saying. Furrowing his brow, it took him longer to figure out what she meant than it usually did for normal wolves, which meant that there was a significant gap between when she finished talking and when he started. The long 'L' word she used wasn't one he knew, and the way she talked was different than the way most wolves talked. At first, he disliked that because it made her harder to understand, but after a moment, it made him smile, because he was that way too. It was because he sounded different that other wolves could tell he was stupid...maybe they treated her bad for being different, too? Maybe that was why she seemed so nice, because people were mean to her, and she knew how it felt. She even complimented him on his game! She was by far the nicest person he'd met since Nowry Village.
"Maser--Maseruh...Maz?" He tried the name, and although he only half understood the import of the phrase 'Maz for short', he went ahead and cut the name down to a length he could manage. Having not properly understood the phrase, he proceeded to use it incorrectly a few moments later. "I'm Brennt. Brennt for short." If it didn't sound so dumb, one might wonder if he was joking. As it stood, the introductions were made, and the two new friends stood across from one another, black and gray-brown.
"There are more rolly...roll...ers, up there. If we want, we can go up and roll them down again. I have a bunch more up there." It was an unusual feeling for him, trying to impress someone as a friend and not as a potential mate, nor simply to avoid embarrassment. He genuinely wanted to be liked, contradicting the string of incidents that had led to his being here, today. It was a testament to the simplicity of his mind that he could go from slaughter and battle to care-free fun so quickly...and all it had cost to buy the last few days of bliss, and the friendship that was budding now, were the lives of a few hapless coyotes.