The big brown dude was.. not as aggressive as originally thought. Counterpoint, he wasn’t as nice either, but it really wasn’t anything he couldn’t put up with. Probably. Really, it wasn’t the easiest to tell someone’s personally after knowing them for, what, an hour? But from what he could tell he seemed alright enough. Maybe a little more short-tempered than Ancell was used to.
And he still needed to figure out a way to give his actual name. Maybe he’d find ants here.
He’d followed the yearling silently, but that was to be expected. When they’d crossed into pack territory, his ears drew back uneasily, but the stranger-not-stranger seemed to know where he was going, and so Ancell didn’t stop. Besides, the place looked.. rather pretty, really. With trees and water and full of wolf-scents.
Dec 26, 2017 03:56 PM
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