Thread: Innocence beneath the moon

Roran watched, always watching as the girl did her chores, and worked on the pelts he had given her. he felt swollen with pride as he watched her in the woods each day, he had told the others not to go near her, that she was Pack, and not to be harmed... they knew what that meant, it meant she was allowed in the territories. the other humans, given warning by the one that had gotten away, now took head of the ditch, and avoided it like it was cursed... no more human deaths occurred, and the human village had started to settle down. he was very pleased with how she had worked the Pelts into some sort of Armor, it was good to do. the Wolves themselves barley wore clothes at all really, but he wondered if she wouldn't mind fitting them, once she calmed down of course. he barley restrained from killing the man who sometimes lived with her, his clear dislike for Callista made Roran want to rip the man's throat out, but Roran never left the safety of the forest, his sharp, amber eyes focused only for the girl he now stalked, unable to help himself any longer. he wanted her, needed her.... at any cost. as she neared him with the dead chickens, he suddenly growled, sliding out of the woods, staring at her, another low growl making it's way out of his throat as he blinked at her, nose nose quivering in delight... chicken... it was rare that they got chicken, they stayed away from domesticated animals, to avoid angering the humans. he took several steps forward, wondering if he would be afraid of her, shaking out his massive pelt, he stepped out into the light so that she could see him perfectly, all three hundred plus pounds of Wolf Pelt, just like the one he had shown her back at the trading tents. his eyes fixed on her, he lowered his head and scooped up a chicken by the neck, bones crunching under his sharp teeth as he picked it up, Emerald eyes never leaving hers but for once, to glance at the other chickens still in her hands, as if asking for them. the unusual intelligence in the massive wolf's eyes where probobly enough to tell her that he was not just a massive Wolf, but an intelligent one as well. he sniffed at her, and nearly moaned in delight at her smell, a low whine falling from his lips as he slowly, cautiously started to wag his tail. now, normally, Wolves did not wag their tails, it simply wasn't something they did, but his tail was raised high, showing off his Status as highest in the wolf pack, and it wiggled back and forth, unused to the motion, but he hoped it would put her at ease, and realize that he was friendly. he dropped his chicken and took a few steps closer, he was still a good distance from her, if she decided to run, he would not be able to catch her before she got to the house. he hoped she didn't run, then he would have put his pack in danger. if she did run, he would simply melt back into the forest, and return the next morning and night to continue watching her, waiting for his chance to take her... if she didn't run, he would sit, barley five feet away from her, and cock his head to the side like a curious puppy, and study her intently before whining again and dropping into a laying position, much like the coon hounds did when they wanted attention and pets. ridiculous things anyway, not a lick of smarts in their moronic little brains anyway.