At least, he assumed so.
The world was too vast to tie down to one realm. Killian always believed where he had come from held content little sheep folk. The ones that followed a crowd. The ones that brayed at anything new and bad and scary. They shunned other folks from their herd and didn't let even the wolves in. They were scared. Pitiful.
Kinda stupid, if you asked him.
To think he remembered that about his 'past life' was amusing enough. He woke up near the Alpine Moors, half on snow and half on the grass. He didn't think much of where he was. Felt sorta right, if you asked him. He wasn't the type to be spooked easily anyway. So what? He was thrown, dropped, or tossed into this place.
No reason to pitch a fit.
Nothing to do but explore. Find his bearings. Live a little. He rose to all fours from his position, the weariness of sleep fading. He stumbled only once, murmuring profanities. To himself. Nobody to his knowledge was around - unless... Well, hell. He had been wrong. "Hey" he called, addressing the other wolf "hey."
He tried to hail them down. But his tune was weak.
Hey, listen to me you asshole! "Hey, mate!" He finally burst out, his accent drifting in the wind. If he succeeded in calling them back - seemed like they were walkin' away anyway - he slowed his own pace. He mentally sighed in relief. "sorry to yell at you." He added, his tail waving uncertainly. Oh boy, he hoped these jocals (local slash jokes) were friendly.
"I just woke up back there" he explained calmly "was wondering if I could know the name of this place?" He wouldn't keep them long. Enough to get some info and be on his way.
The world was too vast to tie down to one realm. Killian always believed where he had come from held content little sheep folk. The ones that followed a crowd. The ones that brayed at anything new and bad and scary. They shunned other folks from their herd and didn't let even the wolves in. They were scared. Pitiful.
Kinda stupid, if you asked him.
To think he remembered that about his 'past life' was amusing enough. He woke up near the Alpine Moors, half on snow and half on the grass. He didn't think much of where he was. Felt sorta right, if you asked him. He wasn't the type to be spooked easily anyway. So what? He was thrown, dropped, or tossed into this place.
No reason to pitch a fit.
Nothing to do but explore. Find his bearings. Live a little. He rose to all fours from his position, the weariness of sleep fading. He stumbled only once, murmuring profanities. To himself. Nobody to his knowledge was around - unless... Well, hell. He had been wrong. "Hey" he called, addressing the other wolf "hey."
He tried to hail them down. But his tune was weak.
Hey, listen to me you asshole! "Hey, mate!" He finally burst out, his accent drifting in the wind. If he succeeded in calling them back - seemed like they were walkin' away anyway - he slowed his own pace. He mentally sighed in relief. "sorry to yell at you." He added, his tail waving uncertainly. Oh boy, he hoped these jocals (local slash jokes) were friendly.
"I just woke up back there" he explained calmly "was wondering if I could know the name of this place?" He wouldn't keep them long. Enough to get some info and be on his way.
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