GLOWING EYES..... *****Awesome wolf RP!*****

Status
Not open for further replies.
Crow nodded. He couldn’t figure why Shark was acting like an Alpha, wasn’t Owl the Alpha? Maybe it’s some kind of training for when Shark takes over. I should probably just go along with it.
“Of course Shark, whatever you say.”


(In case you don't know, Shark is the alpha. Owl is her mom, but she is too old to lead the pack anymore - hence Shark is alpha.)

Shark stood tall and nodded. "Poor old Crow.."
 
(In case you don't know, Shark is the alpha. Owl is her mom, but she is too old to lead the pack anymore - hence Shark is alpha.)

Shark stood tall and nodded. "Poor old Crow.."
(Yeah, Crow is just confused, he woke up a little in the past)

Crow smiled at Shark and decided to go back to sniffing around for the food pile. He just couldn’t seem to remember what’re it was.
 
Ava walked through the halls, on her way to get more food. As she went, she bumped into Thomas. "Hello, Thomas," She said to the boy. "How are the fake legs coming for the wolf we did surgery on?"
Thomas smiled. "Almost done."
"Good," Ava replied. "Then can you get an order for a fake leg for the new wolf? She came in with what looked like a fake leg, but it was falling apart."
Thomas nodded, then left
 
"Here you go." Ava crouched down next to the 'wolf' and offered a piece of meat. "We'll have you fixed up in no time. In fact, we're getting a leg made just for you as we speak...I'm going to have to come up with a name for you. Lola? No...."
Mitts looked up at the settler. This one was stupid looking, and Mitts decided she would call it Bob. She grabbed the meat out of their hand, and ate it. Bob was a friendly settler.
 
Mitts looked up at the settler. This one was stupid looking, and Mitts decided she would call it Bob. She grabbed the meat out of their hand, and ate it. Bob was a friendly settler.
"Maddie? Abby? Oliver? Hmm..." Ava squinted at the wolf. "I really need to find my glasses."
 
"Maddie? Abby? Oliver? Hmm..." Ava squinted at the wolf. "I really need to find my glasses."
Bob was talking about those “ glasses” again. Mitts couldn’t handle its constant jabber, and decided to see if there were any wolves in this place. She let out a howl, though her howls weren’t as good as wolf howls.
 
Status
Not open for further replies.

New posts New threads Active threads

Back
Top Bottom