Vestip was tired. Tired of traveling so long and so hard to find a source of entertainment for the day, the week, whichever he decided he wanted. The oddly marked, white wolf stretched his body out as he looked across the river where he had met that strange Icarus. A cute little teen he hoped to meet up with again one day. Oh, yes. He'd taken a particular liking to him because of the way he looked, and how small he was going to be as an adult. At least, in Vestip's opinion he would be.This time around, he had already eaten and was sitting on one of the large rocks just on the shore of the river, watching the rapids churn the brown water into a frothy liquid. It was wonderful how it picked up speed and became a powerful force of nature. It reminded him that even the calmest of creatures, once cornered and pressured enough, could snap. So his sweet little Icarus could eventually come to hate him.
Strangely enough, Vestip was fine with that. It would mean he had left some kind of impression on the young wolf. Alas, that is all he wanted. He wanted to become a thing of legend. A male that would make everyone remember him by doing some great act of either good or evil. While he wasn't a fighter, he could stand up for himself if he needed too. He was no pushover.
He stuck his black and red tipped paws into the water and stared at his reflection in the setting sun. This, and the rising sun, were always his favorite times of day. They made him look absolutely striking. Yes, it would seem he was a bit narcissistic.
