Many wolves looking for relaxation come to Blossom Field. A gentle breeze vibrating the blossoming flowers is quite a sight to see and it is quite a favourite for wolves to come with their mates.
A recent fire has ruined the scenery, half the field covered with soot and marked with scars of the flames. The other half is untouched, however.
Drink up me hearties yo ho IP: 24.62.203.164 Posted on August 14, 2014 at 03:33:07 AM by Seerower
"Put me down!"
The heavily South African accented yelling echoed through the narrow mountain passage. A beige body squirmed and kicked, struggling to escape his "captors" grip. The lupine grunted as the pup landed a blow square on his jaw. His companions shot each other a look. One opened his mouth, "Look, kid: we're just--" he was cut off by more screeching.
"Put me down right now!" Seerower flailed as hard as he could. The trio was starting to get annoyed with his antics. They'd been trying to do a good deed and get the pup down from the ledge they found him on, seemingly stuck. It was like he though they were kidnapping him. "I've never heard anyone yell so much in my life." "Make him put a sock in it, would ya?" "I swear, if he doesn't shut up.." the complaints went on and on. Finally the trio arrived at their destination, squirming pup still in tow. "Listen here, furball--"
"I demand you put me down this instant!" A screaming Row persisted. "Fine." the lupine who had been carrying him said, dropping the boy unceremoniously into the dirt. The brute king popped up instantly, orbs taking in his surroundings. He caught sight off a few bits of prey, a chipmunk in particular tickling his fancy. Two of his so-called-saviors had turned their backs doing whatever boring things grow ups did. The third however, watched him as he sidled closer and closer. "Don't you do it. Don't you even think about doing it." he warned. But the young pirate payed no attention to him. With a mischevious twinkle in his bright amber eyes, Row grinned and grabbed the rodent. Wasting no time, he ran.
Here his size was certainly an advantage -- he was short, even for a pup -- for though the boy was not faster than the chasers, he could weasel his way through shortcuts they couldn't. Narrow passages did not stop him, nor small tunnels. Even with all this, the group was still right on his tail. All he could hope was that he didn't meet a dead end at this point. The cliffs seemed to go on forever and his legs and body could not go on forever. Thankfully he could smell flowers up ahead. Something to mask his scent. With a last burst of speed, Seerower burst into a burnt field. He dared not to look behind him and risk tripping, but he could tell that the trio was close. He could hear their paws pounding behind him. He only needed to make it a little bit farther and then he was home free. The beige pup leapt into the flowered half of the field, scent covered by the fauna. He ran a little further still, now daring to sneak a peek behind him. The three wolves had stopped in front of the expansive field, nares quivering. Row was pleased with his petite figure now for the long grass gave him cover.
With a WHUMP! the air was knocked out of him as the tripped over a body and went rolling. Quick as lightning, he was back on his feet and wrapping his tail over the other figure's mouth, not even looking to see who it was. "Shhhhh..." he hissed, peering over the grass to see if he had been followed. He saw the retreating forms of three lupines and heard on of them yell back, "We'll get you one day, you little rat!" Only when he was sure that they were gone did he remove his tail and he himself begin breathing again. "Sorry 'bout that," the South African began as he padded over to the chipmunk he had dropped in the fall. He picked it up and turned. "Couldn't let them find me. They were pretty pissed after I..." he trailed off, the rodent falling from his open mouth. He looked at the pup in front of him in disbelief. "Skippy..."
Only Row could call his best friend that. Only he could get away with it. Skipper acted like he hated it, but it seemed more out of habit than real hate to the pup. How long had it been? A week? A month? Who knew. Who cared? The only wolf Row loved in the world. The one who had left to go exploring (Typical Skipper) and left Row alone. He should have been mad, but he wasn't. He was relieved to have finally found Skip (surprisingly keeping out of trouble). What Row did next he did not plan, did not think about. He just felt an urge to do it and did. The smaller boy threw himself at Skipper and pulled him in for a hug. His thoughts caught up to him and he pulled away quickly, turning away so his friend couldn't see his blush. Why had he done that? "Been a while, Skippy." he let some bitterness slide into his voice, hoping to seem angrier than he was. Row wasn't going to let Skipper think he'd gone completely soft. Not now, not ever.
Ooc: Row is so awkward with his little bisexual self ^.^. He doesn't realize it yet. These two are the cutest Replies:
