Post by revan on Oct 13, 2010 21:54:27 GMT -5
Revan shifted slightly, listening as Zethrox gave out instructions and assigned ranks. While she felt a pang of disappointment at not being given a rank, she understood the alpha's position. She thought about Zethrox's admission the he had not had large game in a long time. She had never had large game. In regards to pack hunting skills and the intricacies of teamwork, she had less knowledge than Terror. In truth, though, she was rather glad at not having been told to go out with the hunting party. A glance at the lightning-streaked sky reaffirmed that feeling. Once more, a memory flashed....
Revan padded through the tall grass, thinking of the advice the old grey alpha had given her. A crash course in reading and speaking the silent language of the body. The lessons were still buzzing through her head. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice the cliff edge until she nearly stepped off it. Skidding to a halt, she stared out over the land. The panoramic view drove all other thoughts from her mind. "Wow... I must be on top of the world..." she whispered. Of course, she wasn't, but to one whose life had only spanned fifteen weeks, it certainly seemed that way.
Suddenly, from behind her, there came a terrifyingly loud CRACK! It caused the black pup to yelp and leap into the air - a jump that nearly carried her off the cliff. Her paws scrabbled and she managed to get back onto solid ground. Lightning flashed and thunder crackled, nearly deafening her. Heart pounding, she streaked through the grass, desperate to escape the storm. It seemed to chase her, lightening striking at her heels. Running into the forest at the edge of the moor, Revan shot into the space between the gnarled roots of an old oak tree. Her fur was flat to her back, and her ears were pressed to her head. She tried to make herself as small as possible, pressing deeper into the tree roots...
Revan yanked herself back to the present with a shiver, not wanting to travel any further into the realm of the past, particularly that place. She hated storms. Well, to be more precise, she hated thunderstorms. Rain, she was fine with. But she would be quite content to stay in the cave until this storm passed. Pulling herself together with a shaky breath, she acknowledged Zethrox's statement towards her with a respectful nod. "I understand," she said quietly. "What would you like for me to do in the meantime?"
{OOC: Can I use words like 'crash course' in here? I mean I don't know if the wolf would know the definition, but I don't know the equivalent that the wolf would know....}
Revan padded through the tall grass, thinking of the advice the old grey alpha had given her. A crash course in reading and speaking the silent language of the body. The lessons were still buzzing through her head. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice the cliff edge until she nearly stepped off it. Skidding to a halt, she stared out over the land. The panoramic view drove all other thoughts from her mind. "Wow... I must be on top of the world..." she whispered. Of course, she wasn't, but to one whose life had only spanned fifteen weeks, it certainly seemed that way.
Suddenly, from behind her, there came a terrifyingly loud CRACK! It caused the black pup to yelp and leap into the air - a jump that nearly carried her off the cliff. Her paws scrabbled and she managed to get back onto solid ground. Lightning flashed and thunder crackled, nearly deafening her. Heart pounding, she streaked through the grass, desperate to escape the storm. It seemed to chase her, lightening striking at her heels. Running into the forest at the edge of the moor, Revan shot into the space between the gnarled roots of an old oak tree. Her fur was flat to her back, and her ears were pressed to her head. She tried to make herself as small as possible, pressing deeper into the tree roots...
Revan yanked herself back to the present with a shiver, not wanting to travel any further into the realm of the past, particularly that place. She hated storms. Well, to be more precise, she hated thunderstorms. Rain, she was fine with. But she would be quite content to stay in the cave until this storm passed. Pulling herself together with a shaky breath, she acknowledged Zethrox's statement towards her with a respectful nod. "I understand," she said quietly. "What would you like for me to do in the meantime?"
{OOC: Can I use words like 'crash course' in here? I mean I don't know if the wolf would know the definition, but I don't know the equivalent that the wolf would know....}