Training.[open/TEMPEST]
Feb 16, 2015 16:42:48 GMT -5
Post by falcon on Feb 16, 2015 16:42:48 GMT -5
Snow. He loved the snow, he loved the cold. There had been plenty of both to go around as of late, but today was different. Today, the air was warm and the sun determined to melt the snow or blind anyone that looked at the white terrain for too long. Fox could usually be found hovering near the edge of the Forts borders, never wandering too far into the depths of the pack lands, not yet anyway. Today was no different, although instead of being curled deep in the snow, he could be found sprawled in the sun.
He was far from cold, in fact, he was hot. The sun did not waver as it beat down upon his thick winter coat, even as he panted he rolled and wriggled in the snow, first on his back and sides and then finally relenting to roll onto his belly to cool himself off. The behavior was almost childlike, but he didn’t seem to care. Despite being a member of Tempest, he had much to be taught and believe it or not- Fox wanted to attract the attention of the gang. He wanted someone to come talk to him- to teach him. Finding a patient teacher was difficult, especially when he explained what he wanted to be taught. However, both Victor and the Commandant had assured him someone here had the knowledge he was after. He just had to find them…which proved to be quite difficult when he was unwilling to go into the Armory where everyone slept, or deeper onto the grounds where they likely spent the majority of their time.
Fox gave one last childish roll in the snow before getting to his feet and shaking out his fur, clumps of melting snow was dislodged and flew in all directions. He didn’t pay any attention though; he merely panted softly and looked about, giving two soft barks before he sat down as if he were waiting for someone to answer him. Someone had to have seen him, right? Or at the very least, heard him…
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