Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2015 0:37:59 GMT -5
Silence reigned in the forest; with sundown came the disappearance of most of the birds and rodents, tucked away in their nests and dens to avoid the nightly hunters. Unafraid of bats and owls, a solitary figure wandered aimlessly down a deer path, slender paws hitting the grass with barely a whisper. Carrying his malnourished frame low, the smaller-than-average beast glanced left and right with grey eyes matching his fur, though they contained a brightness that revealed his health despite his thin body condition. Despite his thick coat, it was clear that his ribs pressed tightly against his skin, and his hip bones jutted sharply above his back, as did his shoulders. He had eaten enough to survive for the past six months, but not enough to strengthen his young body. Regardless, he continued on, searching for nothing but his next meal.
From his left swung a rogue branch, displaced by the sudden breeze, sharp but warm, that blew from the south. Dramatically he darted to the right, ducking and swinging his thin hips around to face his attacker, eyes wide with fear and confusion until he realized that it had only been part of the tree. Out rushed his breath in a soft and relieved exhalation, his body following suit and rising as his muscles relaxed. 'Damn trees. No respect,' he thought to himself, lifting his lip slightly in a doggy grin before continuing on, shaking his head. 'I should relax before I run into something really dangerous.'
No sooner had the thought left his mind, a scent entered his nose--familiar, musky, with a hint of blood and other bodily fluids--particularly the ones used to mark a territory. "Oops, he muttered quietly, freezing where he stood to take a better sniff. He inhaled deeply several times, sniffing the air as well as the ground, in a small circle. It was the same scent, no stronger but more clear, now that he had an idea of what he was smelling. "Definitely wolves, then. Excellent. Exactly what I was looking for." His voice dripped with sarcasm, though he wasn't entirely opposed to stumbling upon a pack. It had been a year and a half since he'd socialized with anyone, and at the very least they might feed him better than he fed himself.
Though he made up his mind right then, Auron chose to sit down for a moment, tail straight out behind him, head high. With an unpracticed tongue he began to groom his legs, pulling burs and bits of leaf from his fur with his incisors between licks. Showing up in pack lands as a raggedy stray was one thing, but not being civilized enough to groom before an introduction was simply rude.
From his left swung a rogue branch, displaced by the sudden breeze, sharp but warm, that blew from the south. Dramatically he darted to the right, ducking and swinging his thin hips around to face his attacker, eyes wide with fear and confusion until he realized that it had only been part of the tree. Out rushed his breath in a soft and relieved exhalation, his body following suit and rising as his muscles relaxed. 'Damn trees. No respect,' he thought to himself, lifting his lip slightly in a doggy grin before continuing on, shaking his head. 'I should relax before I run into something really dangerous.'
No sooner had the thought left his mind, a scent entered his nose--familiar, musky, with a hint of blood and other bodily fluids--particularly the ones used to mark a territory. "Oops, he muttered quietly, freezing where he stood to take a better sniff. He inhaled deeply several times, sniffing the air as well as the ground, in a small circle. It was the same scent, no stronger but more clear, now that he had an idea of what he was smelling. "Definitely wolves, then. Excellent. Exactly what I was looking for." His voice dripped with sarcasm, though he wasn't entirely opposed to stumbling upon a pack. It had been a year and a half since he'd socialized with anyone, and at the very least they might feed him better than he fed himself.
Though he made up his mind right then, Auron chose to sit down for a moment, tail straight out behind him, head high. With an unpracticed tongue he began to groom his legs, pulling burs and bits of leaf from his fur with his incisors between licks. Showing up in pack lands as a raggedy stray was one thing, but not being civilized enough to groom before an introduction was simply rude.