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Posted on February 23, 2014 at 03:58:20 AM by WARLOW
male | six years old | mated to none | imprinted on Mistletoe It was definitely freeing to run like this and play. Not to mention having someone that he actually enjoyed being around whether it was a trick of fate or whatever. He saw her spin towards him and dug his front paws into the ground to brace himself for her impact. If she had thrown her weight at him going full speed she might have made some real impact but she gentled her steps and he knew what would happen next. Warlow relaxed his body and let her slight weight toppled him to the ground, a bark of laughter rolling out of his chest even as she pushed her paws into it. Rather than throw her off he stretches his neck out so she has better access. It is a distinctively submissive gesture, a baring of his soul, and her touch is exhilarating. When she pulls back he tucks his head in so that he can stare up at her. Warlow grins, his tongue lolling out in a goofy manner. "Well guess that depends on if you are as good of a hunter as you think." It was a jest and he slid to this side so that her paw fell off of him and he lay pressed against her leg. Warlow wouldn't necessarily hurt the young males that Mistletoe had mentioned earlier. Not unless they tried something funny, which when he thought about it was many things. But at least Mistletoe was getting some handle on his temperament and quite quickly indeed. He looks up at her once more, noting the apprehension that tenses her shoulders and pauses to ponder her words. If it would make her happy he would follow her. Maybe he could get used to others but only if he was around Mistletoe. It seemed her presence calmed the constant storm within him. "If you would like I will go too. Which would you like to do first then? Hunt or travel? I could catch you a rabbit along the way. Wolf Stock: HotNStock @ Deviantart
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