Burble goes the river

*Creed* · 02-11-2016, 04:41 PM

This trip was an excited one for the gray-scale colored male. With his new rank of emissary he now had an excuse to get out and travel without feeling like he was always needed back home for other things like border patrol. With a few different wolves interested in Legionary he felt comfortable with the fact that they could handle things while he was gone. Not that he viewed himself in a high and mighty sort of way either. It was just when they weren't a pack and there were less of them he felt less comfortable acting selfishly and just leaving on his own whims to go and explore. At least now he had an excuse to be out and about.

He'd never been to this area of the south before. The cliffs and towering trees were always a welcoming sight, hence his excitement, as he slowly scaled down the side of it. His goal was the river down at the bottom and he could hear it clearly below him. With it finally being warm enough to go swimming he fully intended on it after he tested his skills to see if he could make it to the river. He was built for the arctic to be able to scale down slippery slopes and keep traction. While the mud wasn't snow and ice it certainly felt similar so Creed felt right at home scaling down the cliff side. It wasn't the easiest trek but it was a fun challenge nonetheless.

He was a good way down when a familiar scent hit his nose. He knew that scent. It was Locha, the blue girl from Donostrea. He grinned to himself before following her scent trail to a place not far off from her resting spot behind a tree. He wagged his tail in greeting, finding his own spot to stand for the time being.

"Greetings Locha, fancy meetin' ye here."

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