Post by applekicks on Aug 8, 2009 22:21:59 GMT
It was a bright and sunny day, the kind of day where everything is well lit and the colors are all extra cheery. The sky was as pure and deep blue as it could be, not even the faintest wisp of white, and the river underneath it magnified the smooth stones and swimming fish within it with absolute clarity. The trees of the forest seemed to shrink away from the banks, leaving a wide grassy spot that was perfect for a nap. There was in fact a creature napping there, a wolf to be exact. He was quite lanky, and his fur had a dusty, dry quality to it that made him look rather homely. The wolf yawned suddenly, and got up to stretch, which only served to emphasize this. He had long, crooked and broken whiskers and a large round nose the color of poo. The wolf's nose, however, paled in size compared to his ridiculously proportioned ears, each colored with a splash of saturated orange which only drew attention to them. It seemed to be that they were too large for his head, as it was tilted at an odd angle no matter which way he turned it, but this was in fact due to a crick in his neck that when viewed clearly made it look almost broken. His dull brown eyes searched about the riverbanks, and when he did not find what he was looking for he gave a groan of exasperation.
“Oh Spinner,” said the wolf, giving a little shake of his head, “why can't you ever stay still?” Almost as soon as the words left his mouth Spinner reappeared, popping out of the bushes behind him and letting out a muffled cry of triumph.
“Weth! Weth!” cried Spinner, who was revealed to be a small, sleek bodied weasel with a long bushy tail. Something dead was dangling from her mouth, but she was moving around so much, circling the wolf and twirling about, that it was too blurred to make out. Finally she set it down on the ground and grinned widely up at the wolf. “Wes, check it out!” Wes, who had made himself thoroughly dizzy trying to keep up with Spinner's antics, sat down heavily on the ground at looked at what Spinner had caught. His normally meek expression turned to one of utter horror.
“Spinner! Wh-what did you do!?” He stood up at once. The dead thing was in fact a tiny eagle chick.
Spinner laughed. “Whaddaya mean what I do? I got an eagle chick!” She made a swiping motion with her paw “Snatched it out from under the mom's big beak. Didn't even realize what happened at first, so I got a head start. She didn't have a chance, man, I was way too fast.” It was apparent that Spinner was exceptionally proud of her accomplishment, but Wes was worrying about what would happen to them if the mother found them.
“She'll kill me and give you to her chicks as food!” Wes voiced his fears at once.
Spinner gave him an incredulous look. “My god, Wes, they're just stupid birds. Grow a pair why dontcha.”
“But they're big birds! Seriously, have you ever been smacked by an eagle? It isn't funny!” Spinner had started to snicker.
“Well Wuss I wouldn't know, I mean I'm not so slow that I'd let one get that close.”
“Let's just keep going okay? I want to find that pack that's supposed to be around here.”
“Oh right. That.” Spinner turned around to collect the chick.
“No leave it! It'll attract her to us.” Spinner shrugged and did so, instead climbing onto Wes's back and finding herself a comfortable spot between his shoulder blades. The pair disappeared into the trees, but kept somewhat close to the river so as not to lose their way. Neither was quite sure how they would find this pack they had heard so much about, they figured they'd simply wander until they came across someone from the pack. Secretly Wes wasn't sure if he wanted to find them. He certainly didn't look like he would make a fine, strong addition to the pack. How would they treat him? Would they even give him a second glance? And what about Spinner's safety? But rather than thinking too deeply about these things he decided he would just let events unfold as they would and deal with issues as they presented themselves, an attitude that Spinner strongly encouraged. So the partners wandered along, making an almighty racket as they did so.
“Oh Spinner,” said the wolf, giving a little shake of his head, “why can't you ever stay still?” Almost as soon as the words left his mouth Spinner reappeared, popping out of the bushes behind him and letting out a muffled cry of triumph.
“Weth! Weth!” cried Spinner, who was revealed to be a small, sleek bodied weasel with a long bushy tail. Something dead was dangling from her mouth, but she was moving around so much, circling the wolf and twirling about, that it was too blurred to make out. Finally she set it down on the ground and grinned widely up at the wolf. “Wes, check it out!” Wes, who had made himself thoroughly dizzy trying to keep up with Spinner's antics, sat down heavily on the ground at looked at what Spinner had caught. His normally meek expression turned to one of utter horror.
“Spinner! Wh-what did you do!?” He stood up at once. The dead thing was in fact a tiny eagle chick.
Spinner laughed. “Whaddaya mean what I do? I got an eagle chick!” She made a swiping motion with her paw “Snatched it out from under the mom's big beak. Didn't even realize what happened at first, so I got a head start. She didn't have a chance, man, I was way too fast.” It was apparent that Spinner was exceptionally proud of her accomplishment, but Wes was worrying about what would happen to them if the mother found them.
“She'll kill me and give you to her chicks as food!” Wes voiced his fears at once.
Spinner gave him an incredulous look. “My god, Wes, they're just stupid birds. Grow a pair why dontcha.”
“But they're big birds! Seriously, have you ever been smacked by an eagle? It isn't funny!” Spinner had started to snicker.
“Well Wuss I wouldn't know, I mean I'm not so slow that I'd let one get that close.”
“Let's just keep going okay? I want to find that pack that's supposed to be around here.”
“Oh right. That.” Spinner turned around to collect the chick.
“No leave it! It'll attract her to us.” Spinner shrugged and did so, instead climbing onto Wes's back and finding herself a comfortable spot between his shoulder blades. The pair disappeared into the trees, but kept somewhat close to the river so as not to lose their way. Neither was quite sure how they would find this pack they had heard so much about, they figured they'd simply wander until they came across someone from the pack. Secretly Wes wasn't sure if he wanted to find them. He certainly didn't look like he would make a fine, strong addition to the pack. How would they treat him? Would they even give him a second glance? And what about Spinner's safety? But rather than thinking too deeply about these things he decided he would just let events unfold as they would and deal with issues as they presented themselves, an attitude that Spinner strongly encouraged. So the partners wandered along, making an almighty racket as they did so.