We Were The Fire On The Moonlit Skies
09-20-2015, 05:36 PM
The man was breathing in, following the scent trail from Vericona Plains. Since arriving at those plains to find the scent of strangers living there. A pack. Anger had blossomed in his chest, but more than that there was worry. What had happened to Surreal, her family? The white man would set off almost immediately, trailing what stale scents remained of his sister until he caught something fresher. That was what had lead him here, to the Avian Estuary. Cas would give pause, ears flicking back as he thought of what he had discovered. Whomever had moved into Vericona Plains had a lot of balls to do so. He was sure that Surreal was furious, and he was no doubt going to get an earful from his sister as well. He had gone missing without a single word after all. But Castiel had decided, whether Faite was here or not, he had been gone long enough. Tilting his head back the man would let out a call for Surreal. When his song finished he would sit down, listening the calls of the birds as he waited. "Speak" |