You Were Careless to Let it Fall
12-27-2016, 04:43 PM
Life in Ivory Ridge had grown rather stale for him. It wasn't like he disliked the pack, he was quite at home here, but now that he'd given up on trying to find Una he didn't know what to do with himself. In his old tribe life had been simple - every day there had been something to do whether it was patrolling the snowy borders, hunting, baby sitting the children, and then the list went on. Patrolling was about the only thing he could actually accomplish here, and even that was proving to be a challenge. The slopes were slippery and treacherous and more often than not the going was painfully slow. The last thing he needed was to fall and break a leg. His pack mates were unusually quiet as well. He wasn't sure if the cold was getting to them or if they just preferred to keep to themselves. Either way Tonrar didn't have a whole lot of motive to actively seek them out - small talk had never exactly been a strong suit of his. So he just carried on with his simple quiet existence within the pack. So far he hadn't had much opportunity to put his talents to use and he couldn't imagine that this pack would do much trading until spring came about. He hadn't really had the opportunity yet to really check out the more center parts of the steppe. He'd patrolled the borders, but mostly had stuck to the Maw since it was where his den was. He was partially through his exploration when the sound of digging caught his attention. The man paused and veered off course towards the sound and was met with the sight of a pale rump. The other half of the woman was submerged in what he assumed to be a new den. He didn't recognize her scent either, her aroma still reeked of loner, but he could smell Raba on her as well. "Afternoon." He called out softly. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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