Post by Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies on Sept 20, 2008 19:54:56 GMT -5
Adonis loped through the forest, glad that his mother had finally let him. She’d had him confined to Mbala’s house for so long but he’d grown so restless that she finally had to give in. She had told him to make sure not to go too close to the forest pack’s camp, though she hadn’t told him why,. As of now, he wasn’t quite sure where he was, but it seemed familiar. I suspected that he’d been here before, but couldn’t quite remember when. He skidded to a halt, a bit of dust rising up behind him. His dark eyes scanned the area, and after a moment or so, the white, black, and caramel coloured pup continued forward.
He walked around the forest, stopping here and there to sniff at the root of a tree, or a unfamiliar plant. He was still trying to figure out when he had been here before, but still had yet to figure it out. The pup, who couldn’t have been more that 4 -5 months old, was still naive and so he paid close to no attention to where he was. A very familiar scent hit his glands and he looked up from the root he was sniffing to look around. He turned his head from side to side, up and down, his flopping ears lightly hitting the sides of his black and caramel head.
After about a minute, he gave up trying to figure out who and where the scent was coming from and went back to sniffing around. The dog could easily be mistaken for a year old pup, and so he felt as if nothing would bother to mess with him. The scent hit him again, but this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a rather large shape in the shadows.
He spun around, his dark eyes moving around rapidly, though he didn’t look all that scared. Something about this scent was so familiar that it didn’t scare him in the slightest.
He walked around the forest, stopping here and there to sniff at the root of a tree, or a unfamiliar plant. He was still trying to figure out when he had been here before, but still had yet to figure it out. The pup, who couldn’t have been more that 4 -5 months old, was still naive and so he paid close to no attention to where he was. A very familiar scent hit his glands and he looked up from the root he was sniffing to look around. He turned his head from side to side, up and down, his flopping ears lightly hitting the sides of his black and caramel head.
After about a minute, he gave up trying to figure out who and where the scent was coming from and went back to sniffing around. The dog could easily be mistaken for a year old pup, and so he felt as if nothing would bother to mess with him. The scent hit him again, but this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a rather large shape in the shadows.
He spun around, his dark eyes moving around rapidly, though he didn’t look all that scared. Something about this scent was so familiar that it didn’t scare him in the slightest.