it just keeps me from trouble

COTY

QOTY

"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura

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[open] it just keeps me from trouble

Cyrus
Spirit Wolf

Nomad

05-26-2024, 09:15 AM

My purple maw parts in a smile of sorts, the pink of my tongue exposed and the glint of my white teeth. The stranger approaches, extending its own nose to me in greeting. My tail wags in response in a return of pleasantry's.

At the sound of movement in the underbrush my ears twitch, but my orange gaze doesn't leave the other.

Hunt?

My head tilts in response, a pause given to my panting as I consider the invitation. Often a lone hunter, only a time or two had I joined a small pack residing in the Chamber, I nod before replying, "Sure! You want lead or flank?" My paws tread along the ground in anticipation, ready to leap into the chase at any moment. With an excited yip I add, "Names Cyrus friend."

Cyrus