Westbound And Down
He had been traveling for a couple of days, though where he was going exactly was beyond him. The day before he had left, his mother had asked him to go and scout out different lands, giving him a mission that he knew very little detail about except that they might potentially move. He knew how tired and distraught she was, and perhaps the lands they resided in now were beginning to bring her down considering all that had happened during the last couple seasons. This summer seemed to be just one big clusterfuck, and honestly, were he another alpha then he'd consider a move too if the lands he lived on brought nothing but bad memories. Besides, didn't packs move every once in a while anyway? He assumed that's what the next door neighbors had done, but he hadn't gone to actively seek out where they went after that anyway.
As he made his way at a good pace across Boreas, none of the lands he had passed through had really caught his eye. On top of that, there seemed to be packs kind of scattered around, and competition for food and resources wasn't exactly something he thought was on the list. While they were the only pack in the north at this moment, someone else could always decide to move in nearby, and who knew if they would be friendly or hostile. So he expanded his search, and would return after he found what he thought was suitable territory for the now full pack. With the return of the healers aunt and then Esarosa having a litter of three, the pack had no more room for newcomers really. It was frustrating, and he was quite surprised that the pack had managed to fill up so fast during its early days.
He came across a rather peculiar looking place, one that stunk of tar and...death. His nose wrinkled, ears sliding back as he moved cautiously through. The odd bubbling sounds around him was certainly off putting, and the stench even more so. This was definitely somewhere he wanted to stay away from, so he was glad he was just passing through. At least, he thought he was. It wasn't until he spotted something that looked to be completely out of place here. Something other than the bones and rotting furs he had passed already. Instead, green eyes would find something very much alive, and seeming to struggle in place. Focusing on the figure, he soon realized it was a pup; and it seemed it was in a potentially dangerous predicament from the looks of it. Quickly making his way towards it, he would not hesitate to come up and grab the child by the scruff, hauling it away from the black gunk that held her prisoner. He would release her almost as fast, away from the tar pit as he wrinkled his nose from the stench. "Hey, you should be more careful y'know!" He looked at her, wondering why she was here. But upon looking back at her prior position, he noticed the dead rabbit and he made a look of disgust. "I hope you weren't trying to eat that!" |
Dragon never goes anywhere without his Dragon armor, assume he is always wearing it unless otherwise mentioned! He also has a pair of seeing eye jaguars, assume they're always present unless otherwise mentioned.