Gym Class Heroes - <a href='http://youtu.be/bxV-OOIamyk' target='_blank'>The Fighter</a>
<blockquote><i>Nightfall; Partly cloudy; Current Temperature: 48º F/ 9º C</i>
Since the coyote "<i>scare</i>," which Corinna helped him overcome, it had occurred to Fenru how <i>poorly</i> he had been behaving since the beginning of summer. Now that the season had started to taper off with the cooler nights of autumn, the yearling had impulsively and ultimately decided he was going to make not just his mother or father proud, but the <i>whole</i> pack. While it had taken some time for the boy to muster up the courage, the slowly-sinking realization of his father's absence had begun to take its toll. If Indru had succumbed to wanderlust yet again, then <i>he</i> would have to step it up. Rihael... Well... Rihael could manage, and somehow Fenru would have to figure out where he stood against him. But the time for that moment was not yet up; tonight was intended for something else.
After stalking and sorting out what he understood about the family, the wolves under his mother's rule, he realized that the wolf directly above him in the hierarchy was the large, tawny male who had abruptly showed up Swift River's doorstep so many months ago. The masked stranger, he learned, who was indebted to Indru and whatever kindness he had paid him. Angier...
Boldly the young Tainn lurked through the Grove, eager to seek out the wolf who had once sent him cowering in his sibling's or parent's shadows. It had been noted how carefully Angier had kept to himself, quick to elude the pack aside from pack meetings. There was no way this man could be fulfilling his promise when Indru has gone missing or even minding his duty as self-acclaimed hunter and cache stocker. Something had to be up and it was up to him to set him straight and put him in his place. Fenru was no longer the fearful pup he had been in his younger days but, rather, the man his father had once hoped he would be.
Throwing caution to the wind, he allowed an exhilarated growl escape his throat then proceeded with a loud, harsh bark that dared to beckon his opponent. <b><i>"LYALL!"</i></b> His hackles rose as he neared the edges of the territory that bordered the lands that held the Drooping Willows. <b>"LYALL!"</b></blockquote>
(This post was last modified: Sep 04, 2012, 07:26 AM by Fenru.)
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