Boomerang
12-14-2017, 01:39 PM
The burly mahogany Abraxas bulled his way through a bush uncaring of the clinging and poking little twigs that sought to bar his way. He was on a trail, dammit, and he was entirely too impatient to be turned aside from it and risk losing it again. Not only his older half-brother Amon, but a whole group of his erstwhile family members (did they count as erstwhile when it had, in fact, been HIM who'd wandered?) travelling southward from the snowy northern continent. Whatever they'd been up to, the group scent had changed, mingled, seemed to become more... official. Had Amon claimed a pack?
The mixed scents slammed right into the border of a newly claimed territory, and Phenex raised his heavy head and did a stompy little victory dance right there. He'd been right! The Abraxas had claimed a pack of their own, with Amon in his rightful place at their head. The new scent markers confirmed it.
With a fierce grin on his thick muzzle he lifted his head and let out a bellowing, slightly off-key howl to announce his presence. He didn't want Amon to think he was trying to avoid the family! No, that would imply he was just being lazy, or selfish, or - Fallen God forbid it - disloyal. No, he'd do his part, and prove himself.
The mixed scents slammed right into the border of a newly claimed territory, and Phenex raised his heavy head and did a stompy little victory dance right there. He'd been right! The Abraxas had claimed a pack of their own, with Amon in his rightful place at their head. The new scent markers confirmed it.
With a fierce grin on his thick muzzle he lifted his head and let out a bellowing, slightly off-key howl to announce his presence. He didn't want Amon to think he was trying to avoid the family! No, that would imply he was just being lazy, or selfish, or - Fallen God forbid it - disloyal. No, he'd do his part, and prove himself.
pixel Phenex was made by the amazing Shrapnel
icon art was made by the lovely Monster