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 Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 12:39 am
 Ransom was getting better at this "lone wolf" business. For one, she very rarely got lonely. For another, she usually didn't get hungry. Well, not really hungry. A little tummy-rumbling, maybe, but not belly-achingly-desperately-starving hungry. So that was a good thing.
Still, the whole lifestyle was unbearably boring. She didn't understand how her mother had managed it for so long. Then again, wasn't that how Ransom herself had been born -- her mother had gotten bored? She didn't like to think about that. Thinking about her long-absentee father figure raised a lot of questions that she didn't want to think about.
So, instead, she turned her thoughts toward more cheerful topics. What to eat for lunch, for example. And whether butterflies smelled like flowers. And if she might catch sight of a wolf who she could make a little idle conversation with...
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 10:41 am
The dark colored brute wasn't really doing anything in particular at that very moment. He was just laying under a tree staring up at the falling leaves that floated down from time to time. Fall and winter were definitely the times of the year he loved the most. Not only because it meant the snows were coming, although food would be more scarce and harder to obtain, but because as a pup this was the best time of the year for his family.
Deciding it was time to move on, the brute got up and left the company of the tree. Maybe searching for another wolf or some real food might be better use of his time.
It was some time before he caught a scent, not food as he noted, but... what was this... another wolf? He sniffed again. Yes most definitely another wolf had passed right through this particular area. Now to follow it and find the source. Maybe he could even challenge it, if it were a male.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 10:54 pm
Ransom was not particularly well-suited to the lifestyle she had chosen for herself. She wasn't exactly a dumb wolf, but she certainly wasn't practical. Her thoughts tended to wander toward possibilities, many of which were quite unlikely, and she spent an embarrassingly large amount of her time daydreaming.
She also had never stopped to think that walking up to a total stranger to say hello could ever end badly. Her fear instinct was, if not nonexistent, then pretty weak.
So, despite the dark wolf's size, the moment she caught the sound of his approach she perked up, turning smiling eyes and wagging tail toward the approaching stranger. Friend!
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 3:20 pm
Alas a female. Although challenge worthy, he didn't want to challenge a potential friend or prospect. He was however somewhat rigid when the other approached, not used to such a forward notion. Tail high and ears tilted somewhat forward he stood his ground waiting for anything unexpected. He didn't know her or her intentions.
He'd still make sure to look all menacing as she approached however.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 10:33 pm
"Hello," she said, cheerfully, grinning up at him.
Having grown up on her own nearly all of her life, Ransom didn't know all the rules about wolf interactions. She didn't know, for example, how to act submissive, or dominant, or what any of the body language meant.
"I don't know you," she added, unnecessarily. "Are you from around here? Oh, jeez, I didn't walk right into a pack, did I? I hope not."
She seemed to not fully realize that she'd said that last bit aloud until it came out of her mouth, and she winced. Ransom talked to herself a lot, to keep herself company when she was alone. Occasionally it tended to spill out of her mouth at the wrong times.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 11:59 pm
Andragos nearly baulked. Did she not notice his warning signs? She came right up to him when he was obviously telling her to keep away. With a sigh he relaxed. It wasn't in him to outright hurt a female.
"I am just wandering." He said, "I have no pack. Though you're lucking I'm not hostile miss."
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 12:51 am
"Well, thank you for not attacking me, then," she said, tilting her head at him. She was intrigued by his bold coloration, like lightning. She liked lightning. Others might be scared of thunder, but Ransom loved summer storms -- she liked to sit out in the meadow and watch the clouds gather, and run through the rain.
"I'm a lone wolf, too." Then, after a moment. "You can call me Ransom."
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