The arrival of the cousin -part 2-The arrival of the cousin -part 2- by Chasing-Colors
Taking a deep breath he was about run into the forest when he heard a loud snarl and a crash near by. He looked around, but there was nothing out of the ordinary; the moon casting its light down on the house and other buildings. Kanuna noticed how the red the moon was and knew instantly when he heard someone snarl, mate , what was going on. He shifted into his black wolf form and stalked around the house; following the sound of snarling to Killian’s small house by the dressage arena.
A massive brown and creme wolf held down a small golden and grey Eurasian lynx, her tufted ears lay pinned against her skull and her fur stood on end. The wolf snarled again and the same word reverberated through Kanuna’s head.
He’s accidentally opened a pack link, thought Kanuna as he eyed the situation warily. The wolf and Lynx had yet to notice him as they stared into one another’s eyes intensely. The deep ocean blue of the wolf
The arrival of the cousin -part 1-The arrival of the cousin -part 1- by Chasing-Colors
A tall tanned skinned man sat alone in the back of an old greyhound bus; his dark eyes traveled restlessly over the few people on the bus besides himself.
"Excuse me," said a small voice and the man looked down at the little blonde haired, blue eyed boy standing next to his seat. "Could I sit with you?" Black eyes narrowed and he almost told the kid to get lost, but something stopped him from doing so.
"Fine," he growled and turned towards the window, the beads in his hair clicking as he moved.
“Wow mister, you have braids like my sister!” Exclaimed the boy as he reached out to touch them.
“What is your name?” He snarled sharply, his lips raising like a wolf’s.
The boy eyed him with immense curiosity. “The names, Jeremy,” he said, puffing out his small chest. “And what’s yours?”
“That’s an awfully funny name, does it mean somethin’?”
“It means I don’
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