The gentle sun that managed to sift through the thick thicket barely warmed his back, but it was enough for him to see clearly without stepping on thorns – most of them – and walking into the brush where sharp, thin sticks would poke him painfully. It would take some time getting used to the thicket where he now lived, but he had time, time to rest, learn, find out secrets, and throw everything back in the pack members’ faces. They didn’t deserve his loyalty, and he would not give it, even though they thought he did. He was loyal only to himself, no one else could be trusted fully, even an ally, or his sister.
Padding slowly through the winding thicket – at a slow, stretched out trot to be precise – The Young Hellion constantly looked around for anything, or anyone that might be a danger to his welfare. But there was nothing except for a white thicket surrounding him from all angles; covered with snow and thorns littered everywhere. When he came to the edge of the thicket, Anouke paused for a few minutes, closing his eyes and letting the cool sun wash over him – what was seen of the sun as there was only a sliver peeking out from behind the clouds.
Sighing softly, he turned around and headed back into the thicket - so he wouldn’t have to face a loner who would beg to join, to wander around aimlessly, possibly find a pack member to exchange pointless words to. Was that what he would be forced to do until winter was over, so he wouldn’t be kicked out into the snow and left to starve? No, he could make his own fun, the way he used to, but just toned down enough so that if he was caught he could explain himself without being immediately dismissed. Yes, that was what he would do.
It was a few minutes of seeing nothing but the thicket and hearing soft chatters and squawks from the animals around him until Anouke saw a small figure next to some ice, which with help from the weak sun, had become a small trickle of water. On a closer inspection, he could see that the figure was clearly a wolf, albeit an extremely tiny one. It was more the size of a fox – and with that colouring it looked like one – than a wolf, which he gauged to barely reach up to his well muscle-toned chest. A white muzzle and underbelly was effortlessly seen against a rusty hued coat – made easier to see with it lazing around in a sitting position, with dark grey hairs along the wolf’s face. The wolf had a bony build, making it look almost scrawny. Yet, if he looked closer, the hint of muscles beneath its coat was seen. But the most striking feature of all was the deep, warm copper eyes that were set into a kind face. Oh yes, the wolf was also female.
His eyebrows raised slightly as he finished scanning over her lithe, diminutive body, a slight boyish grin on his face. Surely a wolf such as her would have a male or two, maybe even three vying for her love, and he could possibly use it in such a way that would get a desired reaction out of them. But, then again, there could be none, but one had to ask to find out, right? Clearing his throat softly to alert his presence to the rust-coloured fae – unless if she already knew he was there – the Young Hellion padded slowly closer to her, stopping when he was about ten feet away, not wanting to make a bad impression on her. That always ended badly for him, so he attempted to get into their “good book” before trying anything daring.
Standing neutrally; tail held low but not curled, ears up straight but slightly angled to the sides, head held normally, if an inch lower, and eyes staring at the rust-coloured fae, but not directly into her copper brown eyes. He had no idea what kind of wolf she was, if she took offense to how others acted around her, or if she didn’t care, maybe it was a mix of both. But for now, he would seem respectful of her, and not put a toe out of line until he had reason to.
A large, friendly smile widened his jaws so all of his teeth were seen for just a second; the incisors, canines and carnassials. With his dark head canted to the side, ears pricked slightly and tail moving back and forth in the ‘wagging' motion, he spoke in his richly deep voice, a hint of teasing in his voice. “Enjoying the silence and sun?” Not that there was much silence with the twittering and chattering of small animals above, or the fact that there was any sun. It was barely enough to warm his dark fur – which attracted the heat, never mind to bask in its glory. But, he would try to make a light conversation before beginning with his devilish mind games.
Fun was the only word to describe it.
857 WordsI do it because I can,
I can because I want to,
I want to because you made me.
Sex: Female
