Post by Taint on Feb 8, 2006 11:02:44 GMT -5
The stunted plants that littered the Low Bushes Plains were tiny compared to fully grown oaks and pines, and provided little cover to an adult wolf. But in the eyes - or eye, in this case - of a young pup, they were very big, and very confusing.
Phoenix growled to himself as he walked, his pace sluggish and reluctant. His paws ached and his muscles were stiff and sore - he had been walking ever since he had left the lake, and this was the longest distance he had ever travelled. The youngster was exhausted.
His head was hung low, his black tail was trailing along the floor behind him, and his emerald eye was sullen and grumpy.
Suddenly, a distant bark caused Phoenix to lift his head, eyes hopeful. But no other noise followed, and soon that hope faded, and the pup's features twisted into a scornful expression as he lowered his head again. He was lost. He was hungry. He was tired. And it was all Hedwig's fault.
As Phoenix tromped dejectedly through the forest of tiny trees, Bullet lowered his head, jaws closing. It was he who had barked - Phoenix had not been imagining it. The brute's eyes were filled to the brim with worry, and his tail twitched anxiously behind him, his claws kneading the earth. He lifted his head again to release another bark when a warm spring breeze wafted a wonderfully familiar scent into his nostrils. His tail ceased its twitching and Bullet sniffed again, to make sure his mind wasn't playing tricks on him.
No. It was definately Phoenix. Bullet heaved a sigh of relief and set off at a gallop, ploughing easily through the scrub, his head high, his eyes searching.
The dark male caught a glimpse of black out of the corner of his eye and swerved sharply to the left, just as Phoenix, upon hearing the noise his uncle was making, turned suddenly to the right. Bullet's eyes brightened, and a broad smile spread across his muzzle. Pheonix also, for a moment, looked relieved. Then, he growled, turning away from his uncle. He was determined to find his own way home and his bufoon of an uncle wouldn't be much help anyway.
"Oh no! You're not getting away this time!" Bullet barked playfully. Phoenix rolled his functioning eye and quickened his pace as Bullet leapt forward. The adult swept him from the floor, where Phoenix found himself walking on thin air, his scruff firmly grasped by Bullet's strong jaws.
"Get off!" Phoenix yelled angrily, squirming in his uncle's grip, small black jaws snapping. Bullet gave a muffled chuckle and turned, breaking into a swift, even lope. Phoenix continued to struggle for a moment, then went limp, dangling like a rag-doll from Bullet's mouth. However, he had not resigned completely. Instead, he took to muttering darkly beneath his breath, his face twisted into a brooding scowl.
Phoenix growled to himself as he walked, his pace sluggish and reluctant. His paws ached and his muscles were stiff and sore - he had been walking ever since he had left the lake, and this was the longest distance he had ever travelled. The youngster was exhausted.
His head was hung low, his black tail was trailing along the floor behind him, and his emerald eye was sullen and grumpy.
Suddenly, a distant bark caused Phoenix to lift his head, eyes hopeful. But no other noise followed, and soon that hope faded, and the pup's features twisted into a scornful expression as he lowered his head again. He was lost. He was hungry. He was tired. And it was all Hedwig's fault.
As Phoenix tromped dejectedly through the forest of tiny trees, Bullet lowered his head, jaws closing. It was he who had barked - Phoenix had not been imagining it. The brute's eyes were filled to the brim with worry, and his tail twitched anxiously behind him, his claws kneading the earth. He lifted his head again to release another bark when a warm spring breeze wafted a wonderfully familiar scent into his nostrils. His tail ceased its twitching and Bullet sniffed again, to make sure his mind wasn't playing tricks on him.
No. It was definately Phoenix. Bullet heaved a sigh of relief and set off at a gallop, ploughing easily through the scrub, his head high, his eyes searching.
The dark male caught a glimpse of black out of the corner of his eye and swerved sharply to the left, just as Phoenix, upon hearing the noise his uncle was making, turned suddenly to the right. Bullet's eyes brightened, and a broad smile spread across his muzzle. Pheonix also, for a moment, looked relieved. Then, he growled, turning away from his uncle. He was determined to find his own way home and his bufoon of an uncle wouldn't be much help anyway.
"Oh no! You're not getting away this time!" Bullet barked playfully. Phoenix rolled his functioning eye and quickened his pace as Bullet leapt forward. The adult swept him from the floor, where Phoenix found himself walking on thin air, his scruff firmly grasped by Bullet's strong jaws.
"Get off!" Phoenix yelled angrily, squirming in his uncle's grip, small black jaws snapping. Bullet gave a muffled chuckle and turned, breaking into a swift, even lope. Phoenix continued to struggle for a moment, then went limp, dangling like a rag-doll from Bullet's mouth. However, he had not resigned completely. Instead, he took to muttering darkly beneath his breath, his face twisted into a brooding scowl.