[Claiming] An Omen In The Stars
12-31-2015, 02:43 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
The second he heard Surreal's voice ring out across the Plains, he knew something was up. Miksa could not recall her rogue group being rounded up in this manner before, mostly because he felt they were a small enough group that formal meetings were unecessary, but even despite that there was something different to her tone. A heaviness, a weight, that suggested power, authority. A claim. Was the pack forming now? Had Surreal finally accomplished what she had told him she was going to do some months ago? Curious, hopeful, the white wolf followed the sound back to the oak tree that designated the official meeting grounds, spotting the grey form of his new leader standing atop a bounder and clearly visible above the mass of wolves that had already beaten him there. He assumed some, if not most, of them were family of hers, and eyed each of the wolves with a timid interest. These were to be his future packmates, friends and comrades alike. No matter how many times he did this, no matter how many times he was thrown into a new batch of wolves, adjusting to the new faces and temperaments always was the most challenging part. As he looked around, his bright yellow eyes alighting on unfamiliar face after unfamiliar face, a small shred of worry seeded itself in his chest. Would Varda show up? She had spoken of an interest in joining, but Miksa understood such an undertaking would be a challenge for her. Had she changed her mind? Should he go find her? Uncertain, still looking about rather expectantly, he quietly took a seat amid the group at large and left enough room for his friend to join him, if she had not changed her mind. |
