08-11-2018, 06:38 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: verdana;"]He smells instinct on this creature. The chemical fear that radiates from the youth's pelt is something most animals in this neck of the woods have long since come to suppress, in favor of humanoid rationalization and careful logic. Thus he understands, under reasonable assumption, that the child may not have been socialized like the rest - and though a mere child and not dangerous alone, such a wild creature was sure to keep a pack trailing not far off. He would take great care, then, to keep the kind of distance a mother wolf would respect should she happen upon them.
"Hush," whether Samuel is addressing Boywonder or the child is not explicitly made known, though he keeps the sound no louder than a whistle between his teeth. The pup appeared to be rather young; there was a chance the poor thing was hardly verbal yet. He lowers himself slowly to the other's height, and moves forward with slow pawsteps, his body close to the ground. The next sound he makes is wordless - a soft clicking of his tongue on the roof of his mouth, a gentle, soothing gesture which he hopes may draw the frightened pup closer. His gaze is soft, his parted jaw offers no show of fangs; and though he seems to take the stance of a predator prowling up to a fresh kill, he only intends to comfort the tiny wolf as best he can. Frankly, though, as a socialized being he cannot be certain as to whether or not the two of them will be perceived as threats all the same.
"Hush," whether Samuel is addressing Boywonder or the child is not explicitly made known, though he keeps the sound no louder than a whistle between his teeth. The pup appeared to be rather young; there was a chance the poor thing was hardly verbal yet. He lowers himself slowly to the other's height, and moves forward with slow pawsteps, his body close to the ground. The next sound he makes is wordless - a soft clicking of his tongue on the roof of his mouth, a gentle, soothing gesture which he hopes may draw the frightened pup closer. His gaze is soft, his parted jaw offers no show of fangs; and though he seems to take the stance of a predator prowling up to a fresh kill, he only intends to comfort the tiny wolf as best he can. Frankly, though, as a socialized being he cannot be certain as to whether or not the two of them will be perceived as threats all the same.
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