11-24-2009, 04:58 AM
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"I have to say I agree with you." came a familiar voice from the graveyard. Out of some hedges emerged Ty, his orange fur still clinging to some leaves and brush. He had been training in trying to be stealthy all day, settling his body under leaves and in wooded areas. The autumn setting was perfect camouflage for his orange fur, allowing him to simply hide by laying down. Because of this, he had been trying to sneak around all day, to not be seen by anyone from sunrise to sunset. While it may seem slightly juvenile, this was an exercise Ty had learned while being trained to fight by the lupine mercenaries he had accompanied. It was substantially easier to sneak around in the Valley, but that was because there was only six or seven wolves for a very large area.
Shaking the brush off his fur, Ty leaned against a larger gravestone and crossed his arms, showing no real fear to be near the graveyard. Ty had never seen a human alive, so therefore never felt scared of their remains. It's hard to be afraid of a creature that one has never seen, and in fact, Ty was more curious than afraid of them. Many of their cultures and language had been passed to the wolves in the virus, which made Ty wonder how they really got started. Looking to the two females, he cocked his head to one side and asked "What brought you two way out here?
Shaking the brush off his fur, Ty leaned against a larger gravestone and crossed his arms, showing no real fear to be near the graveyard. Ty had never seen a human alive, so therefore never felt scared of their remains. It's hard to be afraid of a creature that one has never seen, and in fact, Ty was more curious than afraid of them. Many of their cultures and language had been passed to the wolves in the virus, which made Ty wonder how they really got started. Looking to the two females, he cocked his head to one side and asked "What brought you two way out here?