For the first time in many months, Clock felt like he could truly relax. Being accepted into the Swiftcurrent pack had been a major success for him. Traveling all the way from the Tuktu Hinterlands with Chusi's group of wolves had been exhausting enough, and Clock had not exactly been the picture of health before they set off for the long journey. Living as a lone wolf in the Teekon Wilds for the whole winter had taken its toll on the young wolf. His body, which was already unusually lank with long stick-like legs, had become even thinner, giving him a truly emaciated appearance. He was filling out better now, but he was still visibly scraggly. He suspected he would have starved to death by fall if he hadn't found another group of wolves to band with. He had trusted that Chusi would lead himself and the others to somewhere he might be able to call home, and she had not let them down. Because of this, he was grateful, and relieved, and... happy.
Coming out from a cozy little sleeping den he had made at the base of a shrubby spruce, Clock was just in time to catch a glimpse of a rabbit darting past and into the said shrubs. Looking back to where the rabbit had come from, Clock saw a defeated-looking wolf standing off in the distance. He thought a moment, then approached the other at a trot, sniffing the air to make sure he caught the familiar undertones of the pack's scent. Yep, there it was.
"Hi, I'm Clock," he greeted with a friendly wag of his pale tail which was ticked with black and gray. He nodded back in the direction the rabbit had gone. "Looks like you lost your snack. Sorry to see that." He paused for the appropriate second or two, then said, "If you're up to it, the two of us could probably catch something much more substantial." He hoped the other wouldn't judge too harshly based on appearances. He knew he looked thin and pathetic, but he also knew he was particularly adept at hunting in a pack. He just needed a chance to prove himself. The two of them could easily take down a beaver.
Coming out from a cozy little sleeping den he had made at the base of a shrubby spruce, Clock was just in time to catch a glimpse of a rabbit darting past and into the said shrubs. Looking back to where the rabbit had come from, Clock saw a defeated-looking wolf standing off in the distance. He thought a moment, then approached the other at a trot, sniffing the air to make sure he caught the familiar undertones of the pack's scent. Yep, there it was.
"Hi, I'm Clock," he greeted with a friendly wag of his pale tail which was ticked with black and gray. He nodded back in the direction the rabbit had gone. "Looks like you lost your snack. Sorry to see that." He paused for the appropriate second or two, then said, "If you're up to it, the two of us could probably catch something much more substantial." He hoped the other wouldn't judge too harshly based on appearances. He knew he looked thin and pathetic, but he also knew he was particularly adept at hunting in a pack. He just needed a chance to prove himself. The two of them could easily take down a beaver.
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Get some gravel in your claws - by Phoenix - April 23, 2018, 03:53 PM
RE: Get some gravel in your claws - by Clock - April 23, 2018, 06:54 PM
RE: Get some gravel in your claws - by Phoenix - April 24, 2018, 01:30 PM
RE: Get some gravel in your claws - by Clock - April 25, 2018, 09:45 AM
RE: Get some gravel in your claws - by Phoenix - May 29, 2018, 10:30 AM
RE: Get some gravel in your claws - by Clock - May 29, 2018, 07:32 PM
RE: Get some gravel in your claws - by Phoenix - May 30, 2018, 10:01 AM
RE: Get some gravel in your claws - by Clock - May 31, 2018, 02:02 PM