A Change in the Wind
06-26-2013, 03:13 PM
| Cormalin |
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The large black male padded along the edge of the Battlefield. He?d been here a pawful of times, sparring. He?d won the first one, but he wasn?t sure what had even happened in the second. Now he was here again, considering a spar, but also keeping an eye out for wolves that might want a home. Mismatched gaze of gold and blue swept the plain, as he took a sniff of the wind, ignoring the scents of blood and strife, and perused the other scents. He was a Beta now, and proud to serve Valhalla in this position. He could accept new wolves, or turn them away. The ability to do so meant a great deal to him. The slaughter of his birth pack had been the result of lax caution in who was accepted into Redwood Pack. Three males, guised as runaways from the rival pack, Blackmoon Pack, had come to the Redwood borders, with the tale that they wanted to change their ways. It had been a cleverly played ruse, and after six months, they had led the slaughter. He had meant to die fighting that battle, only a yearling. His sister had been lucky; she?d slipped out early that Spring morning, to gather herbs. She had come home to a bloodbath. Cormalin had used the last of his strength to command her to run. Then everything had gone black. But he hadn?t died. And he was here in Valhalla, with his sister. His head raised higher on his shoulders as a fresh scent shook him from thoughts of the past. Feminine, matured but young. And no pack scent intermingled with her own. He padded lightly toward it, until she came into sight, then he paused, hovering on the edges of her location, taking in her form. She was small, and bore the natural Timber coloring and markings. She seemed weary, and wary.
He stepped closer, in time to hear her words. ?This is the Battlefield, Miss.? His baritone, British accented voice rolled gently over the plain as he approached, keeping a respectful distance from her. Stopping that distance away, he settled onto his haunches, head dipping in a respectful greeting. ?I am Cormalin, Beta male of Valhalla, a large pack in the southwest. His head lifted and he studied the female as his heavily furred tail coiled around his paws. "Forgive my curiosity, Miss, but, if you don't mind me asking, what brings you to such a place?" His question was voiced in a gentle, conversational tone as his ears pressed forward to take in her answer if she wished to give one. |