Buried In These Walls

*Creed* · 02-07-2016, 05:29 PM

Creed had decided to wander away from Celestial for a little while. His sudden "mid-life crisis" wasn't exactly helping any so it felt good to get out and make himself feel like he was being useful. He felt the pack's borders were well secured, not that he felt like there were any threats waiting to challenge them, so he felt comfortable leaving for a little while. It wouldn't be a long absence and he wouldn't be travelling far. The southern part of Alacritia certainly wasn't too awful far from the Vericona plains and he was determined to travel as much as possible before he became too old to move anymore.

It was hard for him to wrap his head around the fact he'd be turning seven by the time summer rolled around. With his new rank as emissary he was determined to do his duty for as long as possible. It meant staying fit and memorizing as much as Alacrtia as he could (or that was his idea of it at least) so exploring was the best way to do that. He didn't get lost easy anyways so that was always to his advantage.

He'd been walking for a while before he came to a spot he hadn't been before. The place was dotted with weeping willow trees and Creed found this to be a good spot as any to take a break. It didn't take him long to detect a good sized tree to rest under so he padded over to it and plopped himself under it as he sat in the shade and enjoyed the cool breeze that ruffled his thick arctic fur. It wasn't the north but it was better than the summer time right now. He certainly wasn't complaining.

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