04-01-2009, 09:03 AM
Sorry for the wait!
Brennt's dull eyes regarded the approaching wolf from a distance, and contemplated--albeit sluggishly--whether or not he would get in a fight on this border, as well. He had been attacked outside of the first, then the second, and been attacked by a member of a third. Had he been more intelligent he might have thought of it as a peculiar pattern of hostility, but as he was not, he perceived it simply as a big frustration, something unexplainable and strange to this place in particular. Then again, he knew that puppy-eating was wrong, and despite his dimness, knew in some part of him why he'd been attacked, but right now he wanted to be on his own side and that meant not giving the bad guys any credit.
He began shifting instinctively, seeing the werewolf approach quickly, though not aggressively yet, it simply came as the natural reaction to do so. He didn't think of how it might be perceived. He had been in a lot of battles already, and it showed on his coat. Chances were good that he wasn't ready for another, even though the most recent two had gone in his favor, but Brennt didn't yet think there would be a fight anyway. Nonetheless, something deeper and more wise than himself always insisted that he shift if he saw a shifted wolf, and by the time the other arrived, he was in halfling form, tall and long, but burly as well.
"Hello," he said dumbly, looking up with yellow eyes at the stranger as his shift proceeded, speeding towards completion. It would take a while, but even as things stood now he was sufficiently large to protect himself...had he made the conscious decision to shift, he might have stopped it, but as a creature of little intellect, his life was run mostly by dogma and habit.
Brennt's dull eyes regarded the approaching wolf from a distance, and contemplated--albeit sluggishly--whether or not he would get in a fight on this border, as well. He had been attacked outside of the first, then the second, and been attacked by a member of a third. Had he been more intelligent he might have thought of it as a peculiar pattern of hostility, but as he was not, he perceived it simply as a big frustration, something unexplainable and strange to this place in particular. Then again, he knew that puppy-eating was wrong, and despite his dimness, knew in some part of him why he'd been attacked, but right now he wanted to be on his own side and that meant not giving the bad guys any credit.
He began shifting instinctively, seeing the werewolf approach quickly, though not aggressively yet, it simply came as the natural reaction to do so. He didn't think of how it might be perceived. He had been in a lot of battles already, and it showed on his coat. Chances were good that he wasn't ready for another, even though the most recent two had gone in his favor, but Brennt didn't yet think there would be a fight anyway. Nonetheless, something deeper and more wise than himself always insisted that he shift if he saw a shifted wolf, and by the time the other arrived, he was in halfling form, tall and long, but burly as well.
"Hello," he said dumbly, looking up with yellow eyes at the stranger as his shift proceeded, speeding towards completion. It would take a while, but even as things stood now he was sufficiently large to protect himself...had he made the conscious decision to shift, he might have stopped it, but as a creature of little intellect, his life was run mostly by dogma and habit.