04-06-2009, 09:01 AM
"Don't want anything," the dull-eyed wolf said in return. He could tell by Dawali's tone that the other wolf didn't want him here. For a second he though about whether it would be another fight or not, but he was cut up pretty bad, and the more he thought about trouble, the less convinced he was that he should fight again. His mother always said trouble was bad. He still felt fine when he wasn't doing anything, when he was just sitting down it didn't hurt any more than a faint stinging. But when he would seriously run, it hurt worse, and he was just now piecing together that, if he should fight again, all of the little wounds that weren't hurting him now would start hurting him badly. If that happened, he would have to run...but what if he couldn't even run because it hurt so bad? Suddenly, the meanness in Dawali's voice brought a whispering fear instead of wariness. He was bigger, but he wasn't ready! The predator might have reached this conclusion even faster, depending on where it gauged its ability as to how long it could fight with the wounds it had. Nonetheless, whether Brennt's social mind was awake or not, he could tell that Dawali didn't want him around anymore.
"No, can't assist," he said, taking a step away. Another step, and then another followed, with those empty yellow irises trained on the tall but comparatively lean wolf before him. A peculiar sight it was, as if the larger of the two were trying to feign walking away calmly without any anxiety, but hadn't thought into the farce thoroughly enough to understand that keeping his eyes on his counterpart would ruin the illusion completely. A mistake a young child might make.
"Hungry," he said as his steps marginally hastened. "No food allowed for wolves on borders," he said, as if he were a good boy and he knew the rules and would never think of breaking them. Little did he understand--given the smell on his breath and where he had clearly been seen waiting for food--what two pieces of the puzzle Dawali might put together by seeing through that statement. Brennt was a dangerous wolf, but he wasn't a brave one, and certainly not an intelligent one. Today, he just wanted to leave before he got into trouble again.
"No, can't assist," he said, taking a step away. Another step, and then another followed, with those empty yellow irises trained on the tall but comparatively lean wolf before him. A peculiar sight it was, as if the larger of the two were trying to feign walking away calmly without any anxiety, but hadn't thought into the farce thoroughly enough to understand that keeping his eyes on his counterpart would ruin the illusion completely. A mistake a young child might make.
"Hungry," he said as his steps marginally hastened. "No food allowed for wolves on borders," he said, as if he were a good boy and he knew the rules and would never think of breaking them. Little did he understand--given the smell on his breath and where he had clearly been seen waiting for food--what two pieces of the puzzle Dawali might put together by seeing through that statement. Brennt was a dangerous wolf, but he wasn't a brave one, and certainly not an intelligent one. Today, he just wanted to leave before he got into trouble again.