Post by Wildlife [NPC] on Jul 31, 2015 14:59:09 GMT -5
Neither of the wolves saw him. But he saw them. He saw everything.The juvenile creature wasn't afraid of the furry creatures, and as one rested upon a tree, they clearly did not know well enough to be afraid of him. He was new to this territory- the storms of the mainland had twisted the currents of the bay, dragging him from his marshy streams to this island, which the dogs called Ina'mos. The male wasn't complaining. The land was absolutely perfect, wet and warm, and as his freshly molted scales brushed against the trees, he knew he was home to stay. Chenshe, as he was called, wasn't afraid of the wolves. He was quiet, unfamiliar, and sneaky. The ones that found him wouldn't know how to find him again. And as they prattled on about cougars and crocodiles, the boy hissed a silent laugh. In just a few short years, he would be eating crocodiles as a mid-afternoon snack.The silent predator twirled through the branches in utter quiet, twisting through the leaves with precision. Still young, the thick branches and sturdy trunk held his weight with ease, though he knew his days in the trees were numbered. With each day Chenshe felt his body grow wider and longer, and as the squirrels felt the vibration of his movement, they skittered down the trunk and away from his waggling tongue. Sensing the danger, the nearby hares beat them to the punch.The small wolf barely even reacted. His forked black tongue flicked through his lips, tasting the air and feeling the energy pulsing from the wolves. They were still unafraid. Chenshe aimed to change that. Slowly, he let out a low, snarling hiss as he lowered his head from the trees, still firmly wrapped around its boughs. Dropping into his face, the snake undauntedly stared at the smaller pup with his brown, pearly eyes, his lashing tongue striking his fur.