07-13-2018, 09:07 AM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]The massive canine didn’t know what sucked and what didn’t. He just learned to adapt to the terrain he was in when he traveled and truth be told this place reminded him of home during his pup years with the up walkers. Their lands had been not so desolate but then the cold season came and he had more courage than his siblings to wander off on his own to lay claim to his territory. He was the ruler of his pack, the alpha but now he didn’t know where his siblings were and even less so how they were surviving without the rest of the pack. He’d been searching for them, nose to the ground until he had gotten injured by a fox trap and though the damage was not severe it still hindered his movements. But he found a Wound Healer and that was the canine he was with right now. He didn’t see him as prey nor did he see him as a threat either but graced him with something of equal value to himself. The monstrous canine padded slowly beside the other with ears erect and tail low. For the most part the feral beast was relaxed and he allowed a yawn to pull back lips and reveal this and sharp teeth before he snapped his jaws closed again. Shaking his thickly fired body a soft whine left his throat, a sign of his slight frustration. Sometimes he wished Grey Wind or Summer were here to ease his worries but he merely stepped forward, snow pushing up against his pale colored legs.
Though when the other began to speak he tilted his head a bit, curious about what he was trying to say. A low growl moved from his throat a meaning pertaining to the word ‘eat’. He was not supposed to eat. If the other could understand what he was saying his soft snarls would roughly translate to ‘not eat’. He understood and he did not think he would eat any of the up walkers unless he was hungry or they posed a threat to him. He turned his head away from the other before he felt his fur being tugged, irritation causing ears to flatten against his skull before he turned his head and aimed to fix his teeth around the torso of the wheeled canine and lift him off of the ground like some kind of sickly puppy.
Though when the other began to speak he tilted his head a bit, curious about what he was trying to say. A low growl moved from his throat a meaning pertaining to the word ‘eat’. He was not supposed to eat. If the other could understand what he was saying his soft snarls would roughly translate to ‘not eat’. He understood and he did not think he would eat any of the up walkers unless he was hungry or they posed a threat to him. He turned his head away from the other before he felt his fur being tugged, irritation causing ears to flatten against his skull before he turned his head and aimed to fix his teeth around the torso of the wheeled canine and lift him off of the ground like some kind of sickly puppy.
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