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Sand Striker


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06-28-2013, 11:56 PM
OOC: Strikers joining a pack but i'm saying that this is before that.

Striker had been wandering the ruins for a day now, after-all he was in no rush to be anywhere and the stone walls offered some protection from the strong winds that sometimes swept the plains. Winter was coming to its end the snows that had made his life a misery where melting away revealing the first signs of spring. This had been his first winter alone and it had not been an easy one he had never realised how long it must have taken the alphas to catch all the game it took to feed him and his brothers, his skills had certainly received and overhaul. He let out a silent sigh then paused sniffing the air he frowned he could smell another wolf nearby, he had run into a few wolves in the previous months all had been present enough but something was different about this scent. He moved carefully not making a sound as he shifted between the rocks then he paused he could see movement up ahead and almost burst into laughter as the movement resolved into a pup fighting an awkward battle against gravity.

Grinning like a fool he moved a little closer waiting until the pup had found her footing on the stone before he spoke, the stone the pup had chosen put them almost eye to eye, her back was still to him and he gave a croaky cough ?your a little far from home aren?t you,? he croaked his voice was never his strong point broken from birth he had been told it caused him almost physical pain to speak but he had learned few wolves responded well to charades. He sat himself in the grass and snow a respectful distance from the pup, he did not want to scare her, he liked pups they where often less cruel and more respectful then the adults of their packs and often made him smile when he ran across them, though their mothers made it quiet clear that he was to look and not touch, or talk or smile at or really anything to them. The memory of this made him look around a frown on his face, ?where is your mother little one,? he grated out surely she was to young to be out on her own.