04-12-2009, 11:50 AM
As usual, Moose was spending his time wandering the lands. He hadn't yet convinced himself to expand his horizons beyond the pack, but he had resigned to begin meeting new wolves. Soon. The isolation of his pack while comforting was getting to him.
The ex-alpha's imposed exile had caused this wandering to be lodged in his brain. Despite feeling quite at home in Crimson Dreams, he couldn't feel entirely content without some wandering; it had been quite a part of him for so long. It was on this particular trip away from the main sector of the pack that he was on today when a puppy-like howl reached his ears. Moose cocked his head, listening. He knew there were pups in his own pack, but he had yet to actually meet them.
He loved pups; in his past he was considered a pup in personality on most days. A grin lit his features as he began padding towards the youth. Nares alert, he caught the scent of the fey, and he thought she smelled of the AniWaya... though he was only relying on the scents others had told him about. She was after a grasshopper, but sadly had missed it on the first pounce.
Tail wagging, he neared the small fey. Hi. Man was he rusty at the whole youngster conversation. Ye've go' ta ge' more spring en yer pounce ta catch these wee likkle buggers.
The ex-alpha's imposed exile had caused this wandering to be lodged in his brain. Despite feeling quite at home in Crimson Dreams, he couldn't feel entirely content without some wandering; it had been quite a part of him for so long. It was on this particular trip away from the main sector of the pack that he was on today when a puppy-like howl reached his ears. Moose cocked his head, listening. He knew there were pups in his own pack, but he had yet to actually meet them.
He loved pups; in his past he was considered a pup in personality on most days. A grin lit his features as he began padding towards the youth. Nares alert, he caught the scent of the fey, and he thought she smelled of the AniWaya... though he was only relying on the scents others had told him about. She was after a grasshopper, but sadly had missed it on the first pounce.
Tail wagging, he neared the small fey. Hi. Man was he rusty at the whole youngster conversation. Ye've go' ta ge' more spring en yer pounce ta catch these wee likkle buggers.