<blockquote>Rihael was now far too large to weave in and out of Marsh's legs as they made their way out of Swift River's territory. Where just months before the pack's second had towered over him, Hael was now nearing adult size, though his mind— and specifically, his attention span— was still in kid mode. So now he strode quickly, his tattered boar hide scrap dangling from his mouth as he tried to keep just a few steps ahead of Marsh. Even the fact that he <i>still</i> needed a chaperone wasn't enough to dampen his spirits on this cloudy afternoon, as today they were actually, legitimately, really going outside of Swift River's borders! Yeah, how often did Fen and Kisla get to do this, huh?
<b>"C'mon, let'sh go fashter before my mom catchesh ush,"</b> He whined, though he knew what they were doing was perfectly acceptable. After all, he was a big kid now, wasn't he? He could hunt for himself, right? Well, maybe not boar yet, but he at least could catch bugs and stuff and even a rabbit (with aunt Borlla's help) by himself! So why did he have to stay in the pack boundaries all the time, huh?
Soon they had arrived at what Hael assumed was their destination, or if it wasn't, he didn't want to go anywhere else. Before his very eyes sprawled an expanse of tall, yellowing grass and pale blue water, emerald reeds and moss still flourishing naturally despite the shift in seasons. As the wolves arrived, their presence startled some nearby water birds, ones he'd never even seen before— they took off, flapping their huge wings, their long necks outstretched as they took to the sky. The kid's orange eyes were wide with amazement, his thick tail a blur behind him. <b>"Marsh, what <i>ish</i> this playshe?!"</b></blockquote>
(This post was last modified: Dec 15, 2011, 09:52 PM by Rihael.)
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