Post by |ko| on Jun 28, 2009 4:15:50 GMT -5
He favoured the day light.
The dawn had just broken over the trees, spreading colours of bright red, orange and yellow over the sky. Birds sang loudly to their neighbours, and the world seemed fresh and alive. But wherever he went, he seemed to disturb the peace. Lennie was a large wolf - but not like a warrior. He was lumbering, clumsy, and disruptive. But the big oaf smiled as he padded along the fresh grass, and though he was alone, a position he hated being in, he was happy. Such a beautiful morning - the gushing falls before him glinted in the newborn sunlight. Lennie stopped just before the drop - he was unintelligant in that way, and so didn't judge the distance. Chunks of grass and earth broke off, dunking into the river below. Taking the hint, Lennie stepped back a few paces to a safer distance.
He was hungry, but he didn't really feel it. Besides, he only felt like hunting when he was with a friend. Sighing, Lennie flopped down on his hindquaters, his tail erect, and flying like an off-white flag. But - wait! Here, he caught a scent on the horizon. The scent of other wolves - a pack! Lennie gulped. He'd come very close to passing the boundries of the territory, and he was glad he hadn't tried to cross the waterfall. But what should he do? All at once, hundreds of thoughts seemed to explode in his mind. A pack was a family, and permitting that they weren't extremely hostile, they might let him join. Then again, he might be better off wandering alone...he never seemed to know his own strength. The wolf shook his head sadly. Oh, he didn't know. Perhaps he should just turn and leave - but he couldn't.
Lennie stood up, shook his furry pelt - and sat back down again. To wait. It was going to be a long day.
[/center][/color]The dawn had just broken over the trees, spreading colours of bright red, orange and yellow over the sky. Birds sang loudly to their neighbours, and the world seemed fresh and alive. But wherever he went, he seemed to disturb the peace. Lennie was a large wolf - but not like a warrior. He was lumbering, clumsy, and disruptive. But the big oaf smiled as he padded along the fresh grass, and though he was alone, a position he hated being in, he was happy. Such a beautiful morning - the gushing falls before him glinted in the newborn sunlight. Lennie stopped just before the drop - he was unintelligant in that way, and so didn't judge the distance. Chunks of grass and earth broke off, dunking into the river below. Taking the hint, Lennie stepped back a few paces to a safer distance.
He was hungry, but he didn't really feel it. Besides, he only felt like hunting when he was with a friend. Sighing, Lennie flopped down on his hindquaters, his tail erect, and flying like an off-white flag. But - wait! Here, he caught a scent on the horizon. The scent of other wolves - a pack! Lennie gulped. He'd come very close to passing the boundries of the territory, and he was glad he hadn't tried to cross the waterfall. But what should he do? All at once, hundreds of thoughts seemed to explode in his mind. A pack was a family, and permitting that they weren't extremely hostile, they might let him join. Then again, he might be better off wandering alone...he never seemed to know his own strength. The wolf shook his head sadly. Oh, he didn't know. Perhaps he should just turn and leave - but he couldn't.
Lennie stood up, shook his furry pelt - and sat back down again. To wait. It was going to be a long day.