At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on March 19, 2016 at 02:57:02 PM by Davy Jones
.. take this sinking boat and point it home, we've still got time .. _______________________________________________________ Davy stood and watched curiously as the femme’s breathing became rapid. Was she ok? Should he call for help? He only wanted to know where she came from, he wasn’t up for having to hunt down a healer. He had no patience what so ever. As he began to question whether or not he should just walk away and let her deal with her own problems the she-wolf popped her head up in his direction. Davy’s own cranium jerked back a bit in surprise. His ears shot forward and his brows rose even higher. After a moment he caught the alabaster lady’s eyes scanning his body, Davy huffed lightly and rolled his eyes. Typical. To regather her attention he dropped his head low and caught her emerald gaze. He eyed her expectantly and moved to copy her actions as she sat up on her haunches. She took another moment to consider him before she opened her mouth and spoke. Her voice was soft. A bit put off, but more curious than anything. Davy shook out his head and neck fur in an unconscious display of uncertainty before clearing his throat. Well, miss, I was only wonderin’. I’ve come to notice that you can tell the home of a wolf by the color of the pelt they wear. And never in my life have I seen a wolf with a coat as pristinely white as yours. I suppose I just wanted to know where the bloodline originated. He replied, taking a moment to let her speak again if she wanted. She took the chance to return his query of ancestry. I myself am from the seaside, hence my sandy colored furs. Davy explained while turning in a small circle to proudly show off his pelt. He was happy to share tales of his old home. The place he loved so and missed terribly. He was a little miffed though, that the origin of the white coated female was still a mystery. Perhaps he’d just have to hunt for another like her. For now though, he’d sit and regale his puphood for her. If she’d listen of course. Bringing back memories of his beloved sea shore had suddenly made him more willing to enjoy another’s company. Have you ever been to the ocean, little ghost? ___________________________________________ {Brute} {Adult} {Heartless} {Childless} {No Captain} {No Title}   |
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