12-21-2022, 06:03 PM
Lips smacked and a tongue slithered against his nose as his howl tapered off into the wind. The tune none other than a fading memory as it echoed distantly behind him. Nico waited for a short minute, expecting to hear a song back. But while ears twitched against the cold breeze, the blue-toned boy was met with abandoned silence.
It seemed as though the valley was empty, or more likely no one was around him. No matter, it did not deter the boy away--in fact, it encouraged him to push on forward. If the valley was empty, there was no one to challenge him. He could make this place a home without resistance.
A smirk settled across the curve of his lips as he leapt from his perch; paws confident in their balance against the winter season. His nails gripped lightly at the ice beneath his feet, each paw crunching soundlessly against the frozen layer of dirt and brush beneath him.
He walked with purpose and unadulterated confidence, still mildly annoyed by the falling sleet but pleased with his most recent prognosis of the current population. There was no one tell him ‘no’ or ‘you can’t do that’ or even ‘go find somewhere else to live, punk’, and really, that was all that mattered to Nico.
The shrewd rules and restrictions that plagued an adult’s life were null and void here. There was no pack, no group of wolves to tell him what to do; it was a lawless land and Nico had suddenly become the sheriff. His domain. His home. His land.
He pushed forward with an unexpected bounce to his step as he made his way down towards the valley below.
It seemed as though the valley was empty, or more likely no one was around him. No matter, it did not deter the boy away--in fact, it encouraged him to push on forward. If the valley was empty, there was no one to challenge him. He could make this place a home without resistance.
A smirk settled across the curve of his lips as he leapt from his perch; paws confident in their balance against the winter season. His nails gripped lightly at the ice beneath his feet, each paw crunching soundlessly against the frozen layer of dirt and brush beneath him.
He walked with purpose and unadulterated confidence, still mildly annoyed by the falling sleet but pleased with his most recent prognosis of the current population. There was no one tell him ‘no’ or ‘you can’t do that’ or even ‘go find somewhere else to live, punk’, and really, that was all that mattered to Nico.
The shrewd rules and restrictions that plagued an adult’s life were null and void here. There was no pack, no group of wolves to tell him what to do; it was a lawless land and Nico had suddenly become the sheriff. His domain. His home. His land.
He pushed forward with an unexpected bounce to his step as he made his way down towards the valley below.