11-28-2009, 03:48 PM
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Ty had unwittingly left the boarders in search of a certain scent that had piqued his interest, something that had been lingering in the air for days now. It was a different smell than the other wolves who lived in the Valley, something unlike anything he had really smelled in the area at all. At first, he paid no mind to the scent, figuring someone would find it or whatever was there would move on, but it had been in the air for a while, and Ty was getting all the more curious. Now the young wolf was more than interested in finding out what that smell belonged to, and in his curiosity, did not realize he had left the comfortable boarders of Phoenix Valley for the first time since he had come back to Canada.
Not much longer did he wander than he saw movement in the area in front of him. Instinctively kneeling down low, his movement slowed to a crawl as he got ever closer to the moving shadows in front of him. It was autumn now, which meant Ty's orange fur was perfect camouflage with the ground beneath him. When he got close enough, he could recognize that this was indeed some kind of wolf pack, or rather, not even a pack, but a small group. There were only four of them though, and one of them was a coyote, which was strange in itself. Ty had been informed that coyotes and wolves weren't very fond of each other in Souls, and yet here a white wolf and a coyote were having a chat, and the young wolf could only muse how strange that was.
But that was not the only thing that caught his eye, he also noticed the size of one of the wolves. The creature was about seven feet tall, maybe more, a colossus among wolves. Ty was no small wolf, he was slightly larger than the average one due to his musclular build, but this wolf towered above all others. The sheer size of the creature caused Ty to forget everything he ever learned about stealth and utter the phrase "Holy Shit!" Before even realizing what he had done. His eyes widened in a panic as he clapped a hand over his mouth and laid back down on the ground, hoping they wouldn't notice the abnormally sized mound amongst the leaves.
Not much longer did he wander than he saw movement in the area in front of him. Instinctively kneeling down low, his movement slowed to a crawl as he got ever closer to the moving shadows in front of him. It was autumn now, which meant Ty's orange fur was perfect camouflage with the ground beneath him. When he got close enough, he could recognize that this was indeed some kind of wolf pack, or rather, not even a pack, but a small group. There were only four of them though, and one of them was a coyote, which was strange in itself. Ty had been informed that coyotes and wolves weren't very fond of each other in Souls, and yet here a white wolf and a coyote were having a chat, and the young wolf could only muse how strange that was.
But that was not the only thing that caught his eye, he also noticed the size of one of the wolves. The creature was about seven feet tall, maybe more, a colossus among wolves. Ty was no small wolf, he was slightly larger than the average one due to his musclular build, but this wolf towered above all others. The sheer size of the creature caused Ty to forget everything he ever learned about stealth and utter the phrase "Holy Shit!" Before even realizing what he had done. His eyes widened in a panic as he clapped a hand over his mouth and laid back down on the ground, hoping they wouldn't notice the abnormally sized mound amongst the leaves.