Bravo, I say!
06-05-2016, 04:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-10-2016, 09:21 PM by Angelus.)
After stepping to the very edge Angelus hunkered down and stretched out a forepaw. Knowing full well it would be cold he stuck his toes in anyway. The winter was mild, but that didn't keep the river from dipping well below a comfortable temperature. Even though he knew it was coming the cold was a shock to his senses. Absentmindedly he swirled his paw around, creating small waves that stirred up the silty river bottom below. It was just now sinking in that Imperium was no more; that those he had called packmates and friends were scattered. His father legacy, his own inheritance, was simply gone. It was wild how such a thing could suddenly cease to exist; how an entire community could be there one day and gone the next. Had any of them lingered? Had any waited? With a sigh Angelus stretched out on his belly so he could dip the toes of both forepaws into the water. Why he was thinking about the pack's disbandment was beyond him. In the grand scheme of things it mattered little. Soon enough it would rise again and it would be as if it had never stumbled. |
06-07-2016, 11:16 PM
As usual, Esarosa was exploring in search of something to hunt, her belly rumbling and her curiosity itching to be satsfied. She wanted to know where all of the best hunting grounds were, as she wanted not only to satisfy her love for food, but she wanted also to provide for the wolves she cared about. She would not have others depending on her if she could not deliver what they needed, and first and foremost, everyone needed food. Familiar with ways of fishing, this great river seemed like more than a suitable place to experiment. She was uncertain of the weather, for with the cold season came treacherously cold waters, but if she could successfully catch fish without getting too wet... she knew she would be just fine. So, her paws carried her along the riverside, her nose working hard to find something of interest. Instead of prey, she caught the scent of another wolf, and her interest shifted suddenly. She wondered who else was here, and if they were having success catching any fish. Picking up her pace, it wasn't long before she saw the slate-colored male crouched by the water. Although he looked involved in the water, she couldn't tell if he was hunting, or just deep in thought. So, Esarosa would approach the very large brute, curious as to what he was up to. "Hello!" she woofed to him, tail waving, "Any luck catching fish this time of year?" Seating herself within a comfortable distance from the male, she tilted her head, wondering what he would tell her. |