Kopec was a guardian. A guard. A silent watcher. She found herself at loss for sleep each day her mother did not return home. She wondered how long it would be until she did, if she did. Kopec had learned to not keep her hopes up on someone, for they all left her or her family in the end. Her trust was rarely given and only given to those who she deemed absolutely worthy. She knew she wasn’t much to bat an eye at the moment, with her height. But many wise wolves looked upon the quadruplets with a wary eye for in the future, they would be a force to be reckoned with. Silently, she gnawed on a spare bone that she had taken off of a rabbit carcass.
Holding it in her paws to keep it still and in place. Unlike Tychus, Kopec kept her emotions to herself and physically destroyed bones and sticks to vent out her anger or frustrations.
The rest were sleeping and while she kept guard, her ears flicked and turned to the very minimal sound of crickets, to the owls, to the… footsteps? She bit down on the bone, stopping her chewing as she held it in her mouth for a moment before dropping it. A small growl escaped her mouth, uncertainty, and protectiveness seeping through her jaws. There had been more strangers here now, and she had the honor to meet them both in both situations she thought she was alright to be alone in. Luckily, they were both friendly enough.
And then she sniffed, standing up. Her tail rigid and her fur standing on her back. Twitching her nose, she breathed in, craning her ears to hear where the intruder was coming from. His paws echoed from the cave. And then he turned the corner and Kopec let out a frustrated groan upon seeing who it was. “Igbo.” She called out with a sense of sternness which was amusing since Igbo was more than quadruple her age. “It’s late.”
Feb 05, 2018 03:14 PM — Post #1
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