Foreshadowing
06-28-2013, 09:12 AM
(Meanwhile:)Gargoyle growled through his teeth as the winds buffeted him from all sides. He kept along the roots of the mountain, keeping the ridges of stone so close to his right that he was brushing them with his shoulder as he walked. He knew Galciem like the pads of his paw, but he knew how dangerous these sort of storms were and how easy it was to get lost unless you had a clear landmark to guide you by. Gargoyle felt his body being pulled downhill - he was heading into one of the valleys, and he knew, or at least was pretty sure he knew, exactly where he was. Sure enough, at the bottom of the valley was one of the mountain runoff tributaries that fed to the great Northern Lake. This particular one branched off towards the south. All he had to do was follow it, simple enough considering that at this time of year, the waterway was frozen all the way through. Gargoyle had himself a highway. Though the winter fury spent itself in roars of arctic winds, and snow and ice streaked down from the heavens, the male wolf continued his steady, slow lope... |
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