He had done it! He had escaped the sights and sounds of his brother and was off on his very own adventure! Of course, the young lad may be mistaken if he had really gotten away from his kin. His hearing wasn't so good, and his mind was distracted with thoughts of play and new friends. Surly with those combined, his sneaking skills may have been...not so good. It mattered not though, Poseidon loved his brother very much, he was all he had but for whatever reason Vasyenka didn't like him being too far. It wasn't bad or anything, Poseidon appreciates his brothers since he has good hearing, but sometimes, he just wants some time to explore the world to himself. Sometimes, being alone and on your own gives you different experiences, and a sense of achievement for doing something without someone's help.
Thus why our young Poseidon romped in the eastern side of the crater. He wanted to see the world with only his eyes. Each step he took in the long beautiful grass had a distinct kick to it, that perky step of a happy wolf. His fur of grey and snow shimmered in the morning light, the angle of the sun just right for the perfect shine. The young boy made his way through the scattered trees. Trees were pretty things, very pretty things that Poseidon enjoyed looking up at the tall leafy beings, he swears that sometimes they try to talk to him. Whispered and whistles, he swore they came from the trees but he could never be sure, not with his hearing to bad, but his imagination liked to run with it. He faintly hears one of these trees whistle at him, so faint but he was sure this tree talked to him. The spunky boy trotted up to the tree, so much larger than he was, his sea foam eyes wide and excited. He pokes the tree with his right paw, tail wagging around behind him.
"Hey, hey you! You, speak loud! My ears, need loud!" he said, a bit loudly himself at the tree that stood so firm before him. He poked at the tree again, before suddenly pouncing to the right, falling into a play bow with tail high in the air. His tail wagged and wagged as he hopped around the tree, gleeful in his young life. The tree whistled again, unknowing to Poseidon that it was a very loud bird in the top of the tree that actually called, and the bird defiantly was not speaking to the wolf below. It was calling out to its fellow kin, but that doesn't stop Poseidon from thinking it was the tree whispering to him in the gentle cool breeze of the early morning. Poseidon continued his little game with the 'speaking' tree, hopefully he would make a new friend, or just continue on the river where he planned on having some fun.
~This is LZ posting for Jackal~