October 09, 2018, 08:28 PM
Kingbolt chuckled to himself as a couple of geese flew overhead, for some reason headed Northeast rather than South. He paused for a moment, as he was often prone to doing, and took a moment out of his day simply to observe the humorous spectacle. He could hear them honking to one another, and in his mind he jokingly translated their honks into an argument between the lead goose and the one to its flank, who insisted that they were going the wrong way, Jerry, and that they should have stopped for directions. Needless to say, the lead goose wasn't having any of it, thanks Karen, and they'd be just fine, they've made this journey seven times before.
He didn't speak out or imitate the gees but continued on, until an unfamiliar scent caught his attention. It was canine, but it didn't belong to a coyote or a fox; nor did it belong to a wolf. He trailed it for some time, until he was able to pick up trace scents of blood mingled in with the canine's scent. He hastened his speed, ears flicked forward and nose thrust in the air before him until he managed to track the canine down, and saw a creature that was vaguely wolfish, aside from a few manjor differences.
His ears were floppy, folded at the middle and tuliped to soft points that amost touched his head. His face was softer, kinder than a wolf's, and his eyes were dark and sweet. His body was a funny shape as well, and legs looked as though they wouldn't be capable of carrying him very fast at all. His shorter, less feathery tail was sagging, and the canine's injury was clearly infected. That would explain the sullen look on his features, which caused Kingbolt concern. This wasn't a wolf- but it was a canine, and was wolflike enough for him to worry for its wellbeing.
"Good sir," He called out, tone sympathetic. Kingbolt had seen others close to their end before, and this canine was nearing that same threshold. He was a healer...But he'd tended to enough wounds to know when some weren't going to be healed. He wasn't sure how the canine would react, so he waited for a reaction, trying to weigh the canine's options in his mind, but finding nothing that pleased him terribly.
He didn't speak out or imitate the gees but continued on, until an unfamiliar scent caught his attention. It was canine, but it didn't belong to a coyote or a fox; nor did it belong to a wolf. He trailed it for some time, until he was able to pick up trace scents of blood mingled in with the canine's scent. He hastened his speed, ears flicked forward and nose thrust in the air before him until he managed to track the canine down, and saw a creature that was vaguely wolfish, aside from a few manjor differences.
His ears were floppy, folded at the middle and tuliped to soft points that amost touched his head. His face was softer, kinder than a wolf's, and his eyes were dark and sweet. His body was a funny shape as well, and legs looked as though they wouldn't be capable of carrying him very fast at all. His shorter, less feathery tail was sagging, and the canine's injury was clearly infected. That would explain the sullen look on his features, which caused Kingbolt concern. This wasn't a wolf- but it was a canine, and was wolflike enough for him to worry for its wellbeing.
"Good sir," He called out, tone sympathetic. Kingbolt had seen others close to their end before, and this canine was nearing that same threshold. He was a healer...But he'd tended to enough wounds to know when some weren't going to be healed. He wasn't sure how the canine would react, so he waited for a reaction, trying to weigh the canine's options in his mind, but finding nothing that pleased him terribly.
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What was I supposed to do? NOT chase the mail truck? - by Mr. Peanut Butter - October 09, 2018, 08:12 PM
RE: Right, Sarah Lynn? ...Sarah Lynn? - by Kingbolt - October 09, 2018, 08:28 PM
RE: What was I supposed to do? NOT chase the mail truck? - by Mr. Peanut Butter - October 13, 2018, 06:13 PM