Post by Chris, the Rebel Wolf on Jul 6, 2011 5:44:34 GMT -5
Small, neat paws pattered across the carpet of sweet-smelling apple leaves as Haze trotted through a small orchard. The young dog-fox had grown up in the city, one of four cubs, but the only male. His sisters were just like their mother, hardy, fearless vixens who were ready and willing to scrape out an existence alongside the humans and their barking dogs and smirking cats. But Haze... well, Haze had grown up avidly listening to his father's stories, who had grown up on the border between true wilderness and farmlands. When he was injured after a bold badger had a go at him, he had moved to the city to scavenge a living, and met Haze's mother.
Haze's sisters liked to joke that he Haze had been so-named not only for his silver-ticked fur but for his dreamy nature. "Haze has his head in the clouds again!" Rustina would yap in amusement, and Poppy would shake her bushy red tail under his nose to tease him, while little Wren pounced on Haze from behind. He did love his sisters, but so often as they tussled over a beetle or a shiny round human-stone, Haze was gazing into the distance in the midst of daydream. He wasn't like them.
Now, curious about his father's existence, and the world beyond the noisy, crowded city, the young male had struck out on his own. His tail straight out and his nose was held high to catch all the unfamiliar scents he trotted along, then paused to sample an apple that had fallen. Haze found he liked the taste and sampled several more before he pricked his ears curiously towards the farmhouse. He knew what that meant - humans.
Best to steer clear of them altogether.
Haze's sisters liked to joke that he Haze had been so-named not only for his silver-ticked fur but for his dreamy nature. "Haze has his head in the clouds again!" Rustina would yap in amusement, and Poppy would shake her bushy red tail under his nose to tease him, while little Wren pounced on Haze from behind. He did love his sisters, but so often as they tussled over a beetle or a shiny round human-stone, Haze was gazing into the distance in the midst of daydream. He wasn't like them.
Now, curious about his father's existence, and the world beyond the noisy, crowded city, the young male had struck out on his own. His tail straight out and his nose was held high to catch all the unfamiliar scents he trotted along, then paused to sample an apple that had fallen. Haze found he liked the taste and sampled several more before he pricked his ears curiously towards the farmhouse. He knew what that meant - humans.
Best to steer clear of them altogether.
