dinner and diatribes
eulogy
06-10-2019, 12:57 AM
Epitaph With the wolves of Abaven still reeling from the shock of the fire that claimed the Thicket, the dark wisp was all but shoved into his duties as a high ranking healer. Thus, he was now making his rounds of the pack to ensure everyone was well. He had just come from the Plains, where the blazing sun was still struggling to make its way through the smoke that lay over the territories. He had a rough list of members in his head, courtesy of his time spent with Miss Shaye, and was working his way through it. The mid afternoon sun was less of an all out assault on his dark form as he shuffled his way through the packlands. It wasn't long before the faint aroma of herbs caught his attention, mingling with fear-stink and.. blood? Putting his nose closer to the ground, he sought out the wolf at its source. It was a female, not too old. Certainly a member of this pack. As he reached a thicket of overgrowth closer to the rapids, he thought he could make out a form amongst the greenery. Emerald gaze narrowed in hopes of getting a better glimpse of them, but he wasn't having much luck. |
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