onepassingnight | 003. the strength of the Wolf is the Pack

It's a meadow, surprisingly bright and green and the heat of an early spring sun is just beginning to warm the air. The grass is tall and green and there are almost more flowers than blades of grass in the area, riots of bright color and pure white hanging in delicate bells or open bursts of petals. Listening there's the faint drone of bees somewhere nearby, busy with their pollen and even fainter the hint of a stream somewhere, quick with the melt of snow from the mountains that take up the not that distant horizon. Weathered, stunted trees form a wood of sorts nearby, full of cool shade and the old smells of moss and bracken and last years fallen leaves. And Cloud -

Cloud is hard to find.

Until you notice the ears above the grass. Or perhaps a stray breeze blows by and you catch the ripple of gray fur between the swaying blades. He's lying on his stomach, chin resting across his arms and he's...

Well, he's a wolf. Grey and furry and lean muscle with eyes the color of the waters off Costa del Sol. And at the moment, he's watching the whispy clouds overhead, one ear twitching absently at a nearby bird that's trying to decide if he's invading it's nest space or not.

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Marlene tilts her head sideways after the puppy leaps back the second time, climbing to her feet. "What's the matter?"

Her tiny hands go to her hips, a slightly confused look on her face. It's then that she realizes what the puppy wants. She's seen it on other dogs when their owners are playing with them.

"Do you want to play? Or do you want me to follow you?"

Cloud's not the best about 'playing'. His experience as a child was - limited and the adult certainly hasn't had any more practice in that area. So he may be making a mess of this but he's willing to try.

Marlene is worth trying for.

So he huffs a sound at her and darts close to bump her with his nose. Then he retreats in a rush, dropping to a half crouch just out of reach, tail wagging as he waits, blue eyes bright in his furred face.

Tag, Marlene. You're 'It'.

Edited 2011-09-08 21:28 (UTC)

Hands going to her hips, she stares at the puppy for a moment. A grin spreads across her face, and she rubs her hands together.

"You just wait. I'm gonna catch you!" And she darts off after Cloud-puppy.

003. the strength of the Wolf is the Pack

It's a lot better.

good!

/so late again. I'm sorry!!