ardent

Taking Steps



Sarak

Loner

age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Medium
build
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07-17-2013, 07:16 PM
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Sarak

Sarak padded along the edge of Valhalla, trying to gather his courage and decide how to go about becoming useful. A spar would do nicely, but with whom? Perhaps Azalea would oblige. Of course she would. She liked sparring. She?d said so herself. But? He wanted to give her time with her family. She?d been worried about them. He didn?t want to interfere if she?d found them and wanted time.

Tail flicked uncertainly as he paused, looking out toward the battlefield. He?d avoided leaving Valhalla?s borders much, worried that his birth pack might attack Valhalla while he was wandering around. His tail tucked at the thought. But it had been quiet during his time with Valhalla. No dark wolves skulked around the areas, and he hadn?t smelled a Blackmoon scent in so long that he sometimes had to think to remember the smells. He had to remember them. Mud, pine, old blood. Shuddering, he paced.

Yssamega, however, had smelled different. There was a faint whisper of freshness to her, of flowers and water. But she could have changed. Could have become just like everyone else in that foul place. He hoped not. He hoped she had escaped.