om is the bow, the arrow is soul
09-21-2015, 06:08 PM
It was by chance that he'd come here. His wanderlust was great and, despite the fact he felt a dire need to return north to where his old pack lands had once resided, he'd come here instead to fulfill his need to explore. When he'd been but a child he'd only done so much exploring before having to leave the lands of Alacritia altogether. There was so much of the land that he had yet to see that he felt the need to see everything that he could before he turned too old to do so. His mother had lived a fair life, and his father hadn't been too much younger than Crusade when he'd passed as well. Really his life just depended on fate itself as there was no telling how long he'd live, especially once the onset of old age kicked in. This place was particularly interesting to the fluffy brute. Trees stood in nice uniformed lines and they reminded him of birch trees once he thought about it. Of course thinking of trees his mind wandered back to the fluffy pine trees that resided in his old homeland when he'd lived with Glaciem and his heart longed for the familiarity of the cold plains. Of course this place was nothing like Mount Animi and the snowy north and the Aspen trees and warm weather was nothing but a testament to it. He had to quit pining for the old days as they were far behind him. Instead he headed towards the sound of bubbling water in the creek and soon came across it. He drank his fill before surveying the area around him. It was really quite pretty once he thought about it. Green was always a nice color though when it came to plant life. Logs and branches littered the creek in clumps and judging by the smell it was obvious beavers were present here. He couldn't help but to shift excitedly on his paws at the thought of catching one. They were a bit oily at the fur but once you got past all that they were quite tasty. So he traveled along the line of the water with his nose to the ground trying to find a more recent scent. It didn't take him long to pick one up and he followed it for a time before a new scent caught his attention. All it had taken was a shift on the wind and the scent of a male came to his nostrils. His nose quivered as he took in the unfamiliar masculine scent and he picked up traces of a foreign pack. Eyelids blinked across teal eyes as he tried to locate the male, but he quickly realized it was useless as the wind shifted once more. Only after eyeing the area for a bit and finding nothing that he continued on with his journey of finding a beaver for lunch. Lucky for him it had only taken a few more lengths forward before he saw the sleek splotch of brown waddle into the river away from the carnivore. His tail waved softly behind him at the prospect of lunch and he paused on the bank as he pondered how to get to it. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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