It's over, isn't it?
07-07-2017, 03:23 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-07-2017, 06:12 PM by Faite.)
Faite was growing more and more restless with each passing day. Fortune was gone, missing without a word said to her, and that only piled on to her worry about Miach and Kane. She still hadn't managed to track down either of their scents either. She was reluctant to spend time away from the pack. Regulus' news about the north hadn't been forgotten and she wasn't keen on leaving. What if he came back with news? Then there was a new thought? What if he didn't come back at all? What if things had gone sour? What if he'd been too injured to come home? What if he was dead? The thought made her sick to her stomach so she shoved it away. Regulus was more than capable of taking care of himself. That thought alone reassured her as she padded slowly along the border. She was stressed out since she'd found Aldric's bloodied and broken body in the cavern that him and Jewell had been exploring in. It made her reluctant to let Jewell leave the pack lands to go anywhere. The girl somehow managed to find all the trouble in the world. She was still convinced the kid was going to give her more gray hairs by the time she was six. The scent of a loner caught her attention and she padded towards the scent. A large slate colored male sat at the edge of the border but he seemed a bit preoccupied about something. Maybe he was looking for someone? She padded towards him and her tail waved softly behind her before she stopped a few feet away. "Can I help you with something?" Walk, "Talk" Think |
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