12-31-2009, 11:47 PM
It's no problem at all. (:
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Snake was facing the wind which was flowing from the south, so he did not pick up on the wolf’s scent at first. Neither did he notice him out of the corners of his eyes—he wasn’t really focusing on anything and was merely wandering, so his senses were not as finely tuned as they would be if he was patrolling or something of that nature. He only noticed that he was being followed when he heard a clatter of a loose stone. He paused, trying to hear if someone was approaching as swiftly as they would if their intention was to attack. He did not hear anything of that sort, so he turned to face the other.
He did so right before the werewolf spoke up, mentioning that this wasn’t exactly the most scenic place. Snake hesitated, not sure how to respond, before finally just shrugging his shoulder—probably a bad idea, as the scores from the crazed female wolf’s teeth on his right shoulder gave a painful twinge. He ignored it, trying to get an initial thought on the stranger. He was certainly a sight—the fur along the crown of his head and the back of his neck seemed a different, more vibrant color than the rest of him. He certainly seemed… colorful to say the least. Snake had no conclusions to draw from that, though; at least it seemed that this stranger was not aggressive.
When it came to finding a better view somewhere else, Snake merely replied, “Probably so, if it is a view that you’re looking for.” As the young coyote was not looking for anything, he didn’t really mind. It was a place to be for him, and nothing more. He paused, not knowing how to respond further. But he knew that, eventually, introductions would have to roll around if this male was indeed going to be friendly. He decided to be pre-emptive, which might dispel some of the anxieties that Strelein was having about Snake being a different species. “My name is Snake.”
Snake was facing the wind which was flowing from the south, so he did not pick up on the wolf’s scent at first. Neither did he notice him out of the corners of his eyes—he wasn’t really focusing on anything and was merely wandering, so his senses were not as finely tuned as they would be if he was patrolling or something of that nature. He only noticed that he was being followed when he heard a clatter of a loose stone. He paused, trying to hear if someone was approaching as swiftly as they would if their intention was to attack. He did not hear anything of that sort, so he turned to face the other.
He did so right before the werewolf spoke up, mentioning that this wasn’t exactly the most scenic place. Snake hesitated, not sure how to respond, before finally just shrugging his shoulder—probably a bad idea, as the scores from the crazed female wolf’s teeth on his right shoulder gave a painful twinge. He ignored it, trying to get an initial thought on the stranger. He was certainly a sight—the fur along the crown of his head and the back of his neck seemed a different, more vibrant color than the rest of him. He certainly seemed… colorful to say the least. Snake had no conclusions to draw from that, though; at least it seemed that this stranger was not aggressive.
When it came to finding a better view somewhere else, Snake merely replied, “Probably so, if it is a view that you’re looking for.” As the young coyote was not looking for anything, he didn’t really mind. It was a place to be for him, and nothing more. He paused, not knowing how to respond further. But he knew that, eventually, introductions would have to roll around if this male was indeed going to be friendly. He decided to be pre-emptive, which might dispel some of the anxieties that Strelein was having about Snake being a different species. “My name is Snake.”