{made to meet your maker} IP: 69.137.165.8 Posted on December 29, 2012 at 07:59:47 AM by Attica
Generally, when parents were raising their pups, an effort was made to instill in them a fear of strangers. It was for their own protection, avoiding those who could cause them harm or any other such thing; most pups Attica's age were accustomed to running or otherwise disengaging from strangers by blessing use or something, having been instructed to do so by their parents. Neither his mother nor his father, absent as they were both physically and mentally, had taken it upon themselves to teach him about the dangers others could present. Attica's rearing was considerably different from those of his peers, though the pale-dusted pup wouldn't know that, considering his only interaction with others of his age - with others in general, really - had been with his family, who, similarly, knew no such fears.
He tilted his head, large ears perked and alert as his strange gold eyes watched the healing fem. Her assessment that he presented no real threat to her was a good one, considering his age and size relative to hers and his genuine nature. Politely, he didn't interrupt her, waiting for Mari to finish her explanation before replying despite the fact that he didn't recognize the flower she spoke of. Still, he kept quiet, simply watching, body tense and prepared to flee should need be - by instinct if not by teaching, the pup recognized the necessity of a quick getaway.
"I'm Attica." he introduced himself simply, the name no more than a fact. "And I don't know anybody except my mother and father and brothers and sister, you're the first other wolf I've met. So I guess yes, I do." the boy shrugged a little, shifting his weight between his large paws uncomfortably. "What did you do to hurt your paw?" he wondered, not particularly concerned with the fact that she'd hurt herself but rather the whys and hows of the injury. Replies: