Mirror Mirror on the Lake..

Day after day, hour after hour, it was a hopeless search. He had found no trace of his wife anywhere in all of Alacritis. It was extremely frustrating and devastatingly heart-breaking. Why had she wandered off? Was pack business that much more important than her own safety and the safety of their pups. It felt like such a hopeless cause, but Demonio couldn't give up on his family. He had gone through enough devastation and tragedy in his life to let something like tracking down his missing wife discourage him. But for the moment, he would rest. He needed to. Gods only knew how much time he spent out scouting, day in and day out, practically to the point of dropping dead with exhaustion. As much as he needed to continue, he needed to rest. He would do his family no good if he was in bad condition if and when he found them. He needed to regain his strength. Lucky for him, he'd stopped by a lake, which was the perfect place to rest for the moment.


Powerful ivory limbs pulled the man towards the edge of the lake, mismatched gems flickering across the partially melting surface of the expansive lake. A brownish figure came into the man's sight, running towards the still chilled water, throwing itself in until the water sunk about around towards its neck. Obsidian nostrils quivered in curiosity, pining the scent to the foreign wolf as belonging to a female. She had no distinctive pack smell, so he assumed she was a rogue. She didn't seem to doing much except relaxing in the lake. Odd. Forelimbs bent beneath the massive brute's weight, lowering the front half of his body towards the lake, jaws parting as salmon tongue lashed out to lap the fresh water. Droplets clung to his chin as his allowed the rest of his body to rest against the shore of the lake, dual-toned pools intent on the earth figure of the girl.





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