Big boots to fill chap, big boots to fill. Many have tried before you, many will try now, and many more will try after you. It's a big ass circle, one that... even though it feels the male testosterone flowing through it's feminine body, it knows that there is a task to be made, to be challenged for. But it holds little need for such things. Beowulf had set it a task, and when it had a task it never stepped back from such a thing. Always watching, always waiting for the next attack on the Gypsies. Always wondering when it's bulk would be needed once again.
But that's neither here nor there right now, none of it is pertinent information at this present time. The dark grey wolf slips through the shadows, the world around it is growing colder with each passing day, fall is soon to be whiped off the map by the whites of winter. A den was what it needed but again, another time, another place. Today Skully was out looking at the landscape of this place, Beowulf had told it that the place was vast, and since the pair had run with the same pack it only made sense that both would know the landscape. Although it would not be joining him in this place called Diveen... it did not know of this place, or where it was. Beowulf had said it would be best if they didn't know where each other was, even though he knew where it was.
There is no special bond between them, no love life, Skully wouldn't have tolerated such a thing, it wasn't capable of loving a male and thus this place with in the gypsy life style had seemed best, until atleast it had worked it's way within the ranks of those that possessed a home within the pack like structure that it was so used to. Not everyone welcomed the transgender wolf with open arms, many times it had been run out of packs. Beowulf had allowed it safty, and now it would need to learn it all over again. The landscape here wasn't much different than many of the others that it had passed through.
Tall flat grass raised up to the sky, brushing the underside of it's belly, there are no giggles of delight, there would never be such a thing, Skully was sure that it had yet to laugh, had yet to share a good chuckle with a friend. It might be a rather large creature but it had served it's time with Beowulf as a comrade not a friend, they had worked together to secure lands for their masters, for kings and queens, they had busted heads and taken names later. This would be why the creature doesn't feel the need for such friendships, few had been friendly to it ever.
With one last look at this grassland it turns to leave, only to find another wolf standing there looking about just as it did. Perhaps, not all was lost in this place. It is a male though, few males have the go-nads to accept it for what it truely is. Though female on the outside it is all male throughout the insides.
"Stranger,"
it says, a voice deep and rather rustic for a female, the skull marking on it's face is a lighter gray color,
"how goes the hunting in these parts?"
what else could it say?
"talks like this"