Wolf RPG

Few months ago Pump had had an encounter with a porcupine that hadn't ended well. She had got stung and only because there had been Pied to help out at the time, the wolf-dog was alive and well, even though the healing process had hurt as hell. She had learned from this experience and never tried to approach these creatures ever again.

There weren't many in Horizon ridge, therefore it was quite a coincidence that one evening while walking along the borders, she got to meet one. It was perched up in a tree, sitting on the branch, like an oddly shaped cushion, covered in needles. Pump craned her neck to have a better look at it and at the same time took some steps back to be in a safe distance away from the creature.

The pain caused by the quills, which had been embedded in her muzzle, was still in a vivid memory and it was an experience the wolf-dog didn't desire to repeat.

ooc: inspiration for this thread is this image - http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/co...upines.jpg

Diluculo had been scarce ever since the bear attack. She didn’t respond to the call from Pump merely because she was lazy. A small, elder she wolf could do very little against a bear. Gavriil, Pump, and Ragnar surly had no problems driving the brute out of sight. She would be in the least scolded for her absence.

When the female caught the alpha’s scent she thought of running, the coward in her heart almost took over. Quickly with as much grace and honor that she could muster the female set off on tracking down her Alpha, Pump.
Within minutes she came across the ebony wolf-dog’s position. Watching she saw the female back away from a tree. A light dash of fear was mixed in with the scents of the forest. Diluculo tilted her head in curiosity and then called out to the she wolf. ”Hey, I didn’t know trees were that intimidating to you.”

Pump's gaze and attention was focused on the porcupine, therefore she didn't notice Diluculo approaching her, until she spoke directly. The wolf-dog shot a quick glance at the older she-wolf and furrowed her brow. She hadn't forgotten the circumstances under which Diluculo had been accepted in the pack and the way she had promised to live up to her words. Yet at one moment, when they had needed all the help they could get, she hadn't been there. Age was no excuse either - she was not that much older than Pump.

She wanted to say something, but was cut short, because the creature that had been perched up in the tree, suddenly lost balance and fell down on the grown with a flop. Pump retreated from it, sat down and watched the animal struggle to get up to it's feet, feeling pleased that for once the odds had been in her favor. "I remember someone telling me that their name alone could fend bears away," she began, while observing the creature and then turned her head to look Diluculo directly in the eyes, "Yet I don't recall seeing this someone, when we were dealing with the actual problem."