08-03-2018, 01:35 AM
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Sand got kicked up as paws worked through it, a nose buried in the ground and a tail stuck up in the air as the wolf pup dug through the soft white sand. Snare Mortem, the young minnow of the Typhoon with a high and mighty bloodline and an attitude as dry as the grin underneath him, was absolutely bored out of his mind. Being seen as a child still by his crewmates, Snare’s options for activity were highly limited. He could of course try to sneak out of the territory, but that seemed too risky. And he didn’t want his rights to be even more restrained then they were. Still, it might be worth a shot…
Right now though the brown and red wolf pup was pleased just digging through the sand on the beach around the main hub of the camp, making a hole under him and a pile of sand gathering up behind him for his fuzzy tail to brush again. The young male’s fur, already usually ruffled and mussy, was coated in a fine layer of sand and dusty material. He’d have to wash off his pelt in a gentle tide after this little exploit.
If anything he was looking for entertainment. Something, anything. Perhaps he could dig right through the sand and find himself going to a new land, who knew?
snare mortem — male — wolf — typhoon — minnow — argus x npc
[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #633c00;"]Dig dig dig.Sand got kicked up as paws worked through it, a nose buried in the ground and a tail stuck up in the air as the wolf pup dug through the soft white sand. Snare Mortem, the young minnow of the Typhoon with a high and mighty bloodline and an attitude as dry as the grin underneath him, was absolutely bored out of his mind. Being seen as a child still by his crewmates, Snare’s options for activity were highly limited. He could of course try to sneak out of the territory, but that seemed too risky. And he didn’t want his rights to be even more restrained then they were. Still, it might be worth a shot…
Right now though the brown and red wolf pup was pleased just digging through the sand on the beach around the main hub of the camp, making a hole under him and a pile of sand gathering up behind him for his fuzzy tail to brush again. The young male’s fur, already usually ruffled and mussy, was coated in a fine layer of sand and dusty material. He’d have to wash off his pelt in a gentle tide after this little exploit.
If anything he was looking for entertainment. Something, anything. Perhaps he could dig right through the sand and find himself going to a new land, who knew?