Fall Into Me {Pack Meeting}
04-02-2016, 10:26 PM
The Lastic male had also noticed the eerie quietness in the pack, and he didn't like it. Not long ago he was bumping into an old friend or unfamiliar face almost every day. Not long ago the pack was bursting at its seams population-wise. Not long ago the pack was bustling with activity and life. There had been something happening every day, though not anymore. He had seen little of Abaven's children, the ones he adored talking with and teaching, and his own friends. He had searched for a couple in particular, growing tired of his loneliness, though his search had been fruitless.
With the coming of autumn - his birth season, came a pack meeting. The confidence had been drained from the Primo's call, he could tell. Had he also noticed the lack of activity? There was only one way to tell. Making his way over to the plains, the chestnut man was the first to arrive, bringing a chilling notion over him. Usually he was one of the last with many more already gathered around the leader. Not today, however. Even if a few wolves had gone missing or left the pack, Bass could be pleased the Tinaro still remained loyally in Abaven. "Hello Bass," he greeted the Destruction with a dip of his head, finding a nice patch of grass to sit on. |
