I could really use a wish so can those airplanes be like shooting stars?
08-29-2017, 07:26 PM
A lot had been going on and it was making Frost a bit overprotective in general of the pack. Though he had faith in Rory he was young and would need the extra help until he experienced enough to run on his own. Being one of the adults he felt he needed to help out and he would unless it was requested otherwise. Frost had been patrolling the borders when he came across a fresh trail of Rory's, leading out of the pack lands. Curiosity got the best of them and he fell in suit fallowing the young male. Soon another pack member's scent mingled with Rory's making Frost even more curious. He continued to fallow to the beach and the tracker didn't take much to figure out they both went in the water. Plunging in the long legged wolf swam to the shore of the island, pulling himself ashore and shaking out his pelt. Lifting his nose he tested the air to find the trail again and fallowed. Then more scents joined, along with the strong smell of blood and fear. It was so strong it made his hair stand up. Then his ears picked up on voices catching the last bit of Jewell speaking to Rory about what happened. He hurried his pace and saw the group just as the brown and white male came onto scene. His actions and words told everyone that he was the villain behind this crime. Pausing he looked around until his eyes fell on the hobbling Jewell. She wasn't currently walking, but the way she was holding her leg the male easily knew something was wrong. Coming from a family of healers did give him a better idea to injuries. Then blood staining her back legs and the snappy reply from the other yearling male made Frost's eyes narrow dangerously. Tall form currently towered over all that was gathered, though he knew Rory would eventually be taller then himself. His redish eyes focused on the brown and white male before swiftly closing the distance between him and the group. Coming up beside Jewell and Rory both and nodding towards Leshia. "Rory, Leshia, get her home to the healers. I'll be along shortly," he said lowly his eyes still focused on the brown and white male (Forsaken). Currently he wasn't worried about the two other yearlings, they seemed to be against the other older male. |