02-28-2006, 12:32 PM
*the little wolf boy follows close behind, trying to keep himself unnoticed, which is easier said than done when they are going to a motel. he follows the group, looking at the food and supplies he stole, laying his ears back, and having second thoughts about what he has done. he then goes up to the last person in the group, which happens to be Cerberus, and tugs on the large wolf's shirt. laying the stuff on the ground, he tands to the side of it with a sorrowful look on his face. he cant talk very well, so the best he can do is whimper apologeticaly* me take misters stuff... me sorry.....