Finding A Friend

*Sarak* · 07-13-2013, 12:51 AM

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Sarak

Sarak wandered along the edges of Valhalla, gazing in at the flooded territory that was his home. He worried for Azalea, and the rest of the wolves of Valhalla. He?d just barely escaped before his den was flooded and no longer a den. The water was dying down now, soon it would have gone back to the River, but his den was in shambles, not fit to live in. He shook his head. Oh well. It was better than being dead, wasn?t it.

He dropped his muzzle to the ground, sniffing lightly to see if he could catch any scents of members, and his ears jerked forward. Azalea! His pace picked up to a trot, nose to the ground, until he had a firm lock on her trail, then he bounded forward, unconsciously falling into the silent glide an assassin took that brought them in for an attack. Only. He slid into her location, tail wagging more than it had in his life. Twenty wags, vigorous and quick. ?Azalea!?

Moss green eyes swept her form, checking for injuries.

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