Post by Blood on Nov 16, 2016 13:00:36 GMT -5
(Rykett)
Far too much time had passed since West had been in the company of other wolves. An entire season had almost come and gone since he had seen even a stranger. No wolf should ever be alone that long unless they had major emotional problems.
West swiveled his large edgy ears to the sounds of the wilderness and his dull black nose flared and wriggled as the bitter wind passed through the forest. His senses were always on alert to the surroundings, and his muscles seemed always tensed if danger should strike. The gray spotted wolf had taught himself to survive, and had grown up always in fear and on edge. Slight twitches made his body convulse in a shivering mannor, not from the cold, but from the continual tension and strain of his muscles. His body needed to rest, but he would not allow it safety out in the wild with danger behind every rock and tree. No, he needed a pack, a group of other wolves he could trust and rely on to watch his back. Wolves he could call friends... or maybe even family. But he had to find them.
West troted briskly through the woods, his tired paws sometimes brushing a leaf or stepping on a small twig disrupting his silent journey. His ears were constantly moving and his green eyes always on the lookout, but it was his nose that caught the first trace. It was a strong scent, but definitely wolf. A small ray of thrill began to grow in his stomach, as he focused his senses towards the scent and continued onward but at a slower gait. The male loner must have been close, because the stench of wolf became stronger and he could pick out the different scents of individual strangers.
West suddenly stopped in his tracks for a marking scent had been made five steps ahead of him, and he knew that there the boarder of this pack's territory was defined. He dared not cross it unless he wanted to make a bad first impression. Besides, he didn't even know if this pack harbored evil wolves or good wolves, and he didn't want to create turmoil. Even if the wolves of this pack were evil, he would manipulate his personality just to fit in. West couldn't stand to be alone any longer, he needed company no matter if it was bad or good.
Nervousness began to replace the growing excitement as the adult male stood at the boarder. He hesitated to howl, but forced his fear back down and let his voice out. A deep clear song left his throat as he howled in the night, the acceptance cry traveling far on the cold air and echoing through the woods. His howl slowly died in a lonesome way, and ended on a note of sadness, but that's how he learned to howl, always in sadness. From the moment he was abandoned to the call for acceptance.
Far too much time had passed since West had been in the company of other wolves. An entire season had almost come and gone since he had seen even a stranger. No wolf should ever be alone that long unless they had major emotional problems.
West swiveled his large edgy ears to the sounds of the wilderness and his dull black nose flared and wriggled as the bitter wind passed through the forest. His senses were always on alert to the surroundings, and his muscles seemed always tensed if danger should strike. The gray spotted wolf had taught himself to survive, and had grown up always in fear and on edge. Slight twitches made his body convulse in a shivering mannor, not from the cold, but from the continual tension and strain of his muscles. His body needed to rest, but he would not allow it safety out in the wild with danger behind every rock and tree. No, he needed a pack, a group of other wolves he could trust and rely on to watch his back. Wolves he could call friends... or maybe even family. But he had to find them.
West troted briskly through the woods, his tired paws sometimes brushing a leaf or stepping on a small twig disrupting his silent journey. His ears were constantly moving and his green eyes always on the lookout, but it was his nose that caught the first trace. It was a strong scent, but definitely wolf. A small ray of thrill began to grow in his stomach, as he focused his senses towards the scent and continued onward but at a slower gait. The male loner must have been close, because the stench of wolf became stronger and he could pick out the different scents of individual strangers.
West suddenly stopped in his tracks for a marking scent had been made five steps ahead of him, and he knew that there the boarder of this pack's territory was defined. He dared not cross it unless he wanted to make a bad first impression. Besides, he didn't even know if this pack harbored evil wolves or good wolves, and he didn't want to create turmoil. Even if the wolves of this pack were evil, he would manipulate his personality just to fit in. West couldn't stand to be alone any longer, he needed company no matter if it was bad or good.
Nervousness began to replace the growing excitement as the adult male stood at the boarder. He hesitated to howl, but forced his fear back down and let his voice out. A deep clear song left his throat as he howled in the night, the acceptance cry traveling far on the cold air and echoing through the woods. His howl slowly died in a lonesome way, and ended on a note of sadness, but that's how he learned to howl, always in sadness. From the moment he was abandoned to the call for acceptance.
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