Drooping Willows Heed my warning

(You're fine :).)
Jedd tossed his head back, a hardy laugh erupting from his chest, up his
maw, and out to the air. Oh, he had not laughed in what seemed like forever.
"Damn" Jedd said with a wry grin "I'm startin' to like you, Follko. You ain't
too bad." Flicking his black-tipped tail, he soon shrugged his thick shoulderblades.
"Don't know of any other packs around here. Wish I did though."

He was really hoping to take another shot at a different pack. From what Rhysis had
said, no one knew of Poison Path. He would spread the word as openly and freely
as he wished, though, for his hatred for the pack burned strong within his heart. Shaking
his head in what appeared to be aggravation, Jedd snorted, and rose to his paws.

"You gonna go off and look for some pack now?" Jedd questioned, head tilting.
He looked behind him, where the drooping branches of the willows covered a well-used
path. "I can always find ya again if you want to hang out" A friendly smile crept onto
his maw. Wow. That was a first. He never really made friends, but this wolf caught
too much of his interest to pass him up.

(This post was last modified: Apr 18, 2012, 08:37 PM by Jedd.)

Follko yawned laying his dark ears to the back of his
brownish head as he did so. His teeth shined a light red in the dying sunlight.
"Yeah I need to get some weight on these old bones." Follko scoffed
at Jedd's new nickname for him. Old... I'm not old...
The clouds turned a slightly darker shade of red
and thei undersides turned a dark bluish purple as they slid across the vast sky.
"Hey what's not to like about me eh?" Follko flipped his ears forward and
tried doing a play pose, but his back cracked when he was about to do it
so he decided against it.
Jedd seemed tense for a second when he mentioned
not knowing any of the other packs, but the wolf soon shook it off.
"I guess you're leavin now right? Well see ya later then and don't get eaten
by no buckin broncos either all right Cowboy?" Follko smiled amused at his
new nickname for the blackish gray male. Maybe I will see him again. Follko
yawned a second time and sat back down on top of his dead bugs.

“Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.”
--Edgar Allan Poe  

Jedd rolled his eyes playfully at Follko. Buckin' Broncos? Oh boy.
He was asking for it. Jedd mirrored the older wolf, stretching as well-
his back did not crack, though, and he grinned in a devilish way. Rising
back up, he worked his legs before he left.

"Don't go breakin' your brittle bones, old man" he said, laughing.
Turning away now, the gray-black wolf flicked his tail, beginning to walk
away. Craning his head to the side, a pale eye gazed at the darker hued
wolf. His face now turned back to that of an stoic one, and he continued
onwards, dissapearing within the willows. Their branches surrounded him,
enveloping him and leading him away from Follko.