Move A Mountain Back
05-31-2016, 03:18 AM
His friend's call made him lift his head in a daze. Oh, a pack thing. Gathering. Training - that. Whatever. Wow, he really needed to bump up his energy. Where was his enthusiasm? Not long ago he had challenged the alpha for a higher rank as a result of his boredom, the desire to do more for his pack. Where had that all gone? Maybe he was still weighed down by the loss of his cyan friend. He had searched for her, around the coast he had wandered, far and wide. Throughout his travels he had encountered an alabaster female, and as mysterious yet intriguing she remained, the Lastic male only felt a knot grow in the pit of his stomach recalling the memories. Shoving the thoughts aside, he rose to his paws and trudged his way over to the thicket. Ash paws felt numb and limbs ached with stiffness as he walked, a sigh audible for his ears only drifted from open lips. Well, maybe some hunting or sparring would be good for him. He didn't really care what they did. He was just hesitant to show his face in the wake of his scarcity in the pack. Might as well show Abaven that he still existed, right? Upon his arrival, emerald eyes scanned the small gathered crowd. Karabela was there, of course; she was the one organising the training. Could be him, but no, he was too busy hiding from the pack, withering in his melancholy. There was a man older than himself, and two yearlings, one of them being Sandpiper. Gosh, he should remember their names. And there was Bass. Well, this wasn't good. Hopefully the alpha hadn't accumulated too much disappointment in his scarcity. Nodding to all of his pack-mates, he took a seat close to Sandpiper and waited. Like he always did. Sometimes he needed to stop waiting and take action. |
