03-29-2009, 10:48 AM
ooc: +400
Rain had been cascading all night down the small crevaces from the surface leading into his den, both soothing and bothering Moose. No sooner would the rain lull him to sleep than he would feel the moisture pooling around his body. The small flood had eventually caused him to seek his respite on a high ledge in the small cave-like place the wolf refered to as home.
Life with the Luperci was confusing. Once he had officially accepted that the legends from his puppyhood were real and that not only were they tangible, he was living among them, he had been having difficulty adjusting to the life. Not that he regreted joining Crimson Dreams for even a moment. He found these unique wolves to be highly intelligent and rather creative as well, but he was finding he felt as though he was left out or falling behind.
Moose had always been large and strong by wolf standards, even in his slightly older years when there were many youngsters willing to challenge him, but now he was only large when the others were in their wolf stages. One transformation and he was like a runt in the pack. Not only that, but these changes left the others much stronger than he was. As for creativity, they again had him bested; with their opposable thumbs, they were able to grasp objects and manipulate them not only better than he, but without him in most cases. Several of them were even learned enough to be able to read, write, and speak other languages.
The once-alpha sighed and rose from his ledge. Leaping easily to lower ledges and eventually the ground, he exited his home. Moose shook the dirt from his fur and stood blinking momentarily in the bright sunshine of the beautiful day that had followed the dreary night. A quick stretch of his body and the now Sergeant was on his way towards the house. Even with his moments of feeling out of the loop, he truly felt at home with the pack.
It was while he was on the trail to the mansion a scent caught his attention. It was Kansas, a male he had met before, and one who was expecting puppies. Just the thought of puppies made the grey male grin; he loved youngsters and could be quite the nursemaid and playmate to them. Oh, had he and Sirce had puppies....
Shaking the thoughts of the past from his mind (not that he didn't enjoy thinking of Sirce, he just didn't want to brood on such a sad affair as their miscarriage for now), he trotted easily down the path to where the male was seated.
Gud morn ta ye, Kan'as. Whit d'ye 'ave thur? He questioned, referring to the book. He had seen them on one of the few visits to the house, but wasn't quite sure of their purpose in the lives of his packmates.
Rain had been cascading all night down the small crevaces from the surface leading into his den, both soothing and bothering Moose. No sooner would the rain lull him to sleep than he would feel the moisture pooling around his body. The small flood had eventually caused him to seek his respite on a high ledge in the small cave-like place the wolf refered to as home.
Life with the Luperci was confusing. Once he had officially accepted that the legends from his puppyhood were real and that not only were they tangible, he was living among them, he had been having difficulty adjusting to the life. Not that he regreted joining Crimson Dreams for even a moment. He found these unique wolves to be highly intelligent and rather creative as well, but he was finding he felt as though he was left out or falling behind.
Moose had always been large and strong by wolf standards, even in his slightly older years when there were many youngsters willing to challenge him, but now he was only large when the others were in their wolf stages. One transformation and he was like a runt in the pack. Not only that, but these changes left the others much stronger than he was. As for creativity, they again had him bested; with their opposable thumbs, they were able to grasp objects and manipulate them not only better than he, but without him in most cases. Several of them were even learned enough to be able to read, write, and speak other languages.
The once-alpha sighed and rose from his ledge. Leaping easily to lower ledges and eventually the ground, he exited his home. Moose shook the dirt from his fur and stood blinking momentarily in the bright sunshine of the beautiful day that had followed the dreary night. A quick stretch of his body and the now Sergeant was on his way towards the house. Even with his moments of feeling out of the loop, he truly felt at home with the pack.
It was while he was on the trail to the mansion a scent caught his attention. It was Kansas, a male he had met before, and one who was expecting puppies. Just the thought of puppies made the grey male grin; he loved youngsters and could be quite the nursemaid and playmate to them. Oh, had he and Sirce had puppies....
Shaking the thoughts of the past from his mind (not that he didn't enjoy thinking of Sirce, he just didn't want to brood on such a sad affair as their miscarriage for now), he trotted easily down the path to where the male was seated.
Gud morn ta ye, Kan'as. Whit d'ye 'ave thur? He questioned, referring to the book. He had seen them on one of the few visits to the house, but wasn't quite sure of their purpose in the lives of his packmates.