Post by Hunter on Dec 16, 2007 18:04:22 GMT
His wolf paced and growled eagerly beneath the surface as his boots gripped effortlessly in the dirt below his feet, carrying his muscular weight up the apex of the rise, bringing him to a vantage point that made a wicked grin light up his dark features, a low, rumbling thunder of a chuckle rattling up his throat to sound beyond parted lips, his tongue catching deviously at his extended canines as an orange, feral fire burned in normally-brown eyes. The air was warm, hugging around his bared arms as he tilted his head down and back to the right, sensing the shadowing pursuit of his younger colleague, the lighter-skinned wolf approaching from behind and to the side to join him.
As his companion approached, Hunter surveyed the bustling landscape that was Los Angeles, spread out before him almost like a smorgasbord of potential chaos and destructive opportunity, his brain already firing with possibilities. But he was a soldier. A follower. He did as he was told. As wolfen eyes took in the sight laid out before him, calling to him and the beast within, he breathed in deeply, glancing only momentarily at his fellow warrior. His fellow scout.
They were here to reconnoitre, gather important information for their Alpha. They were here to sweep through the city, silent and obedient, to return to their pack, their ‘flock’, and bring news to their Alpha that would help the old male, the first of their kind, give him everything he would need. They had a job to do. A mission to complete.
Hunter intended to succeed.