Play That Role, The One You Made
09-11-2015, 03:31 PM
Fern gully was just a hop and a jump away from Donostrea. It was the only rogue land that touched both their beach and their prairie so it always seemed like a good idea to keep an eye on who came and went from it. The Donostrea Titan often seated himself on the edge of all three territories and listened and observed to the comings and going of both his pack and the rogue lands. Things at home had been quite of late, peaceful and serene. He got to witness the growing of Voltage's little litter and watch Terrea and Lior as advanced in their lessons of healing. He hadn't seen a great deal of Locha, Gale or the Relicus's Trio but there was evidence that they where around. The rogue lands had been just as quite, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was a calm before a storm. How long could their luck hold out? They wanted only to live a peaceful life and they seemed to have found exactly that. He had remained motionless for so long that when he twisted his neck to better catch a scent he groaned at the click of his bones. He shook himself out and rose, ready for any distraction to break the stillness of the day. His giant paws touched surprisingly gently on the earth and his passage through the ferns was silent. He reached the source of the scent and eyed the boy, chuckling at his rugged appearance and attempts to pull the twigs from his thick coat. Glacier could understand the pains all too easily, his own coat was built for the chill of winter, and its dark blue tones seemed only to add to the appearance that ice was in his nature. “Need a hand?” the mountainous wolf joked. |
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