Post by urania on Feb 23, 2012 23:00:42 GMT -8
Friday, November 11th, approx. 9:30am
The black wolf was tired -- exhausted, almost -- but clearly happy: as it trotted along, a surprisingly human expression that could definitely be called a smile was firmly fit to its furry face. Its blue eyes, unusual for a wolf, shone with a tired yet eager light; had it been a dog, one might have assumed that it had just escaped a bath or a trip to the vet's office. Since it was clearly a wolf, however, it looked rather more as though it had escaped some sort of prison made by man.
Which it had, though that was another story.
The wolf wended its way through a cluster of trees, its paws making only the slightest of rustling noises in the leaves and grass; the sound was so slight that it could almost be mistaken for the wind: only to another predator would it have been clearly distinguishable as anything else, a human would've been completely fooled.
An actual gust of wind swirled about the creature, raising its fur even as it rustled the trees and sent the grass dancing. The wolf froze at its touch, though, raising its nose slightly, the "smile" disappearing from its face. A low, whining growl made its way out of its throat, and it crouched slightly, as though expecting an attacker.
A few moments later, it started off again, but now its demeanor had entirely changed; no longer was it toodling along with a goofy look on its wolfy face. Now it was moving with a literally silent tread, its ears cocked to catch the slightest sound, its nose constantly in motion, its eyes roaming the trees in search of the threat.
Even a human would've recognized the signs. Danger was near, and it wasn't heading in the opposite direction.
The black wolf was tired -- exhausted, almost -- but clearly happy: as it trotted along, a surprisingly human expression that could definitely be called a smile was firmly fit to its furry face. Its blue eyes, unusual for a wolf, shone with a tired yet eager light; had it been a dog, one might have assumed that it had just escaped a bath or a trip to the vet's office. Since it was clearly a wolf, however, it looked rather more as though it had escaped some sort of prison made by man.
Which it had, though that was another story.
The wolf wended its way through a cluster of trees, its paws making only the slightest of rustling noises in the leaves and grass; the sound was so slight that it could almost be mistaken for the wind: only to another predator would it have been clearly distinguishable as anything else, a human would've been completely fooled.
An actual gust of wind swirled about the creature, raising its fur even as it rustled the trees and sent the grass dancing. The wolf froze at its touch, though, raising its nose slightly, the "smile" disappearing from its face. A low, whining growl made its way out of its throat, and it crouched slightly, as though expecting an attacker.
A few moments later, it started off again, but now its demeanor had entirely changed; no longer was it toodling along with a goofy look on its wolfy face. Now it was moving with a literally silent tread, its ears cocked to catch the slightest sound, its nose constantly in motion, its eyes roaming the trees in search of the threat.
Even a human would've recognized the signs. Danger was near, and it wasn't heading in the opposite direction.