Old Friends Stick Together

*Creed* · 10-12-2015, 08:26 PM

Creed had left the meeting rather silently after pledging his services to Surreal. He knew that the gray female would call upon him should the need arise so he'd left to go familiarize himself with the new terrain and to muse over what had been discussed at the meeting. He himself could empathize with Surreal and her family over the loss of their homeland, as Glaciem had been ripped from them when he was young, yet he did not feel the same sting. The plains had never been his home therefore he did not feel the same attachment to it. Regardless he knew it was difficult to watch someone you hated live where you'd once slept.

So as he walked he ran the thoughts over and over in his head. He could only hope that everything went well with Abaven when Surreal went to speak to their leader. He didn't know the man who led the pack, but judging from Surreal's reaction he could only imagine that he'd feel strong emotions of hatred towards the usurper just as Surreal and the rest of them did.

He shook his head aiming to clear his head of the thoughts. Whatever was to come would come and he'd be there for whatever happened. Until then, he decided, it was no use stressing over it. Instead he took off towards the beach having caught Surreal's scent of the breeze. He'd originally decided to save talking to her for another time, but now was as good as any. So he headed off towards the seaside area of the estuary and it wasn't long before he found the other wolf enjoying the breeze that held signs of the coming autumn. He offered her a soft smile before coming to sit down beside her.

"Tell me lass, what can ah do to help." He wanted to be of service to her. It was all he'd ever wanted, was to be useful to someone, for without it, what did his life mean?

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