04-07-2009, 09:04 PM
The beast's cold glare never moved as it stood its ground, ready to fight. The black wolf was smaller than he was, but not significantly more awkward, as most wolves were. While the predator did not recognize names, it still could distinguish in its memory the differences between the various wolves it had met: between Pallok and Fern, Kol and Alexey, Cwmfen and Jazper. Some of them had moved and acted in a way becoming of wolves, most of them had not. They could still be dangerous, but the primitive creature could intuit who was comfortable on their own four legs and who wasn't. While the female was not perhaps so singular in purpose as itself, she was significantly more threatening to it than Pallok had been, or the others that shared her pack smell.
Nevertheless, it seemed that--despite her lack of fear for the creature--the blue-streaked wolf would respect the boundary he had marked. She did not shy far from it, and would not flee entirely, which bothered the predator, but nor would she approach the line, and that was all it needed. Wordlessly, for it was a creature entirely without human language, the predator continued down along the tree line, marking trees at regular intervals, extending the border it had claimed which Cwmfen appeared ready to respect. Once it established a border that was long enough for her to understand where it didn't want her to go, it would then turn and tread into its claimed land and leave her at the edge, howling, whining, or waiting, if she must. The two entities were not, in fact, separate, and the silent beast knew very well how little it wanted to be around her, though the memory of talking with her was faint and impossible to fully consider without sliding back into the frame of mind most of those around it called Brennt.
The wolf went on its way, unmindful of her femininity, though, had it known it attracted her now, it might have turned around. It was a simple creature, however, and right now its goal was to remove her from its immediate surroundings. That was all, and it would continue doing what it needed to in order to be certain that when it did start thinking in words again, she wasn't around to take advantage. Unfortunately, her persistence wasn't something it had very much patience for, and if this didn't work, there weren't very many alternative courses it knew to take.
Nevertheless, it seemed that--despite her lack of fear for the creature--the blue-streaked wolf would respect the boundary he had marked. She did not shy far from it, and would not flee entirely, which bothered the predator, but nor would she approach the line, and that was all it needed. Wordlessly, for it was a creature entirely without human language, the predator continued down along the tree line, marking trees at regular intervals, extending the border it had claimed which Cwmfen appeared ready to respect. Once it established a border that was long enough for her to understand where it didn't want her to go, it would then turn and tread into its claimed land and leave her at the edge, howling, whining, or waiting, if she must. The two entities were not, in fact, separate, and the silent beast knew very well how little it wanted to be around her, though the memory of talking with her was faint and impossible to fully consider without sliding back into the frame of mind most of those around it called Brennt.
The wolf went on its way, unmindful of her femininity, though, had it known it attracted her now, it might have turned around. It was a simple creature, however, and right now its goal was to remove her from its immediate surroundings. That was all, and it would continue doing what it needed to in order to be certain that when it did start thinking in words again, she wasn't around to take advantage. Unfortunately, her persistence wasn't something it had very much patience for, and if this didn't work, there weren't very many alternative courses it knew to take.