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At the wolf's sudden question, Fen found himself nodding automatically. He didn't see a reason to lie about it, really. Why should he? It was funny, even the other wolf had to admit that! He gave him a big grin afterward as if that made it all better. At first the other wolf looked hurt and for a moment, Fen actually started to feel a little bad. Did he hurt his feelings by laughing at him? Should he have asked if he was okay first? His ears started to flick back, his tail slowing in its wag, but then the wolf burst out laughing and Fen was able to smile again, his tail resuming its wagging and his ears pricking again. He must have been just joking! The other wolf started stumbling a bit and for a moment, Fen actually thought he might fall again. His eyes widened and he moved over a little, though still hugging close to the tree. "DO YOU NEED TO COME OVER HERE? YOU SEEM A LITTLE UNSTEADY." See? He could be nice! The other wolf told him to stop laughing and even called him wiggles. To this, Fen snorted and rolled his eyes. "MY NAME IS FENYANG, BUT YOU CAN CALL ME FEN." He felt he should give him that so he doesn't make it a habit of calling him wiggles. Somehow it just didn't seem manly enough to Fen. After a minute, the other wolf started to make his way toward where Fen was. He almost wanted to hold his breath, as if the wolf's unsteadiness might spread to him and cause him to fall in the muck as well. Not that he minded mud or anything. He just didn't want to drown in it or something. The wolf was making good progress toward him but suddenly he stopped and started to shake. Fen parted his lips to tell him no but it was too late. Before he could say more, the mud had flown all over his fur and even into his eyes and mouth a little. He was the one coughing and sputtering now as he pawed at his eyes and his mouth, trying to rub the mud off. "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT ABOUT?!" He could hear the wolf taunting him even as he laughed and he snorted again, trying to shake some of the muck off of himself. The other wolf suddenly told him his name and he smirked when he said what he could call him. NICE TO MEET YOU, CLUMSY. YOU FROM AROUND HERE?" He didn't recognize any scent on the wolf, no pack scent or anything. It would be cool to go back and tell his parents that he met a loner, a new wolf to Moladian. Xerxes would be the jealous one then! Fenyang male.0 years old.28in, 89#.born to AnkhXViserys.sibling to Xerxes&Tikal.bound to none.mated to none.father to none.Asteraia Picture by 88grzes@Deviantart |