You Wear A Crown But You're No King
09-10-2015, 09:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-10-2015, 09:58 PM by Evelyn.)
The sound of the howl sent a shard of ice into his belly. His families pack was being challenged for, the pack run by his aunt and uncle. The pack who shared a border with him. Hackles rose as he stalked towards the caller, his white form weaving expertly through the terrain. It had been a long time since he had been to the battlefield, and his golden eyes rested on the red and white man who had called for his family. When he heard one of the watchers address him, he froze. Sin. Was that not the name that Arian had sent back with Starling to warn him of? Looks like he had warned the wrong wolf. Growling slightly, he took no notice of the other wolves around Sin, a wolf who seemed to coat himself in blood. Nor Novella or Firth had showed up yet, and the Azat was too tense to sit and wait. He stayed standing, his anxiety forcing him to start pacing back and forth, several feet away from the gathering group. He prayed to the stars that his family would show up soon, and he able to keep their pack. He was unsure if he wanted to share borders with a man who ripped away his aunt and uncles pack. |
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