Posted by Caleb on October 23, 2009, 12:54 am, in reply to "≈Gray Lamb≈"
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His mood was somber, but that didn't dull his senses any. Pyrenees were flock guards, and bred to outweigh and outbrawn even the average wolf male. They were giants, and yet most were gentle. Caleb was.
But as a flock guarder he was especially attuned to wolfscent. He just hadn't inherited a generations old prejudice. Though he might feel differently if he had a flock to look after.
But he was a feral, long ago fled of domestic life. And he had been wed to a hybrid. And he appreciated the wild beauty of the shewolf in particular.
But this shewolf, she seemed lost, unsure. His golden eyes lit with warm concern as he padded softly forward. With no human purpose he was shepherd to the world, it's creatures his flock. Caleb would help anyone.
"Hello miss." He called, smiling gently. "You alright?"
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