Life had passed him by. Rather quickly. He had gone from a pup to an adolescent in a few short weeks, and Malrok had done nothing but grow and grow and grow some more. His eyes had completed their transition to red-orange, and his coat was as white as the clouds that currently lingered high above his head. Sawtooth Spire was his home, he got along well enough with his family, and although he was not as social as he could have been, he was anything but unfriendly. He had no outside (or internal) voice telling him he needed to be more familiar with his pack-mates, so he did nothing of the sort.
Today, he sat upon a rather large rock and surveyed the small bit of land that he could from his perch. There was a toad hopping toward him, and he fully intended to squash it beneath his paws when it got close enough.
Today, he sat upon a rather large rock and surveyed the small bit of land that he could from his perch. There was a toad hopping toward him, and he fully intended to squash it beneath his paws when it got close enough.
November 10, 2015, 06:19 PM
His brother's white coat was not hard to miss. It caught his blue eyes as soon as he strolled over a small knoll. Immediately, his white-tipped tail started to sway and his paws turned toward Malrok. Without hesitance, he made a quiet, graceful bound to land on the rock beside his sibling, brushing his shoulder against Malrok's as he greeted him. "Mal! What are—oh!" His eyes fell to the toad as it made another hop toward them. His body wriggled excitedly, his attention fixed.
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