Who will save me?
07-19-2013, 09:56 PM
| Cormalin |
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He padded along the borders, on his regular patrol route, tail swaying gently, nose testing the winds for new scents, checking the borders strength. He enjoyed these patrols. He liked running across members of the Pack, and possible new members. One day, he would bring Claire out, once she had settled into a place of her own, and take her on a patrol. It would be good quality time.
A low, feminine howl made him pause and turn to listen. A stranger at the borders. He broke into a long trot, tail raised slightly, swaying gently. His arrival was swift, mismatched eyes of gold and blue landing on the small dark female, taking her in, before his dipped his head in a greeting. ?Good day, miss. I am Cormalin, Beta of Valhalla. What brings you to the borders?? His baritone rumble was curious, gentle, and respectful as he looked her over. She was small, and from her stance, he guessed that she was taking a big step in coming to the borders of a pack. |