Hushed Willows your heart knows things your mind can`t explain

the-Respect-yes-how-me-what-stay-away-go-away-go-AWAY! (Thoughts become fluid)

The Respect approved. She was sat almost carelessly, not even alert, never mind ready to run. How did she do that? He would try, too.

So Snarl wrestled with the beast inside him, still wondering why. He shoved it deep down inside, unlike anything he`d ever done before. He gasped. The world was clearer. Sharper. The strangely wonderful scent of the tree-Pack set his nose a-twitching, and he had to adjust to having complete control, to being manual instead of automatic instincts all the time. He rose, and sat abruptly, puzzled by the sight of his tail wagging. It seemed that when some things were gone, others came. He had never had a thought with such depth.

It was terrible. But Snarl loved it.

And when the Respect spoke in simple wolfspeak, he could have howled for joy. She knew, she knew him better than he knew himself. Join, join, the perfect and single word. Join the Pack. Join survival. Join the Respect.

And then, yet again, Snarl did something unthought of, irrelevant to his instinctive self - he tried to speak. Sure, the sound he made was more like the chuff of an elderly he-wolf mixed with a pup`s strangled yap, but it was there.

"Choip! Choip!" he attempted, signaling furiously with his apparently movable tail towards the fresh green behind the Respect`s patient guard. Nodding emphatically, he wondered what was happening to his instincts.

Hurray for Nova`s counselness! Haha. Funny how one of about three wolves ingame who wont`t immediately think wtf and attack Snarl is right here. :D By the end of this thread, we`ll have a regular Bruce Banner x3