the fundamentals
ft thoren
07-19-2019, 08:27 PM
It would seem he was not the only one that enjoyed the darkness of caves. Nostrils flared as ears picked up the sound of claws rasping softly against stone, not the typical click clack of one moving either- no this was like…clawing at a stone. It was a sound he was familiar with, having had collected moss from rocks in the cave back home but he didn’t know surface dwellers were familiar with the task…nor did he think one would be bold enough to come so far into the darkness. This cavern was damper than the ones he called home, allowing moss to grow in abundance without light- in fact the only light he figured they saw was that from the glow worms and other…glowing things. Curious, Thoren would rise from his reclined position on a bed of moss and would move forward casually, eyes having little trouble finding their way since he was accustomed to such darkness. Eventually, he would come upon the other wolf. A male by the scent of him and he was…collecting moss. A lot of moss. “Are you preparing for a raid?” He asked quietly, voice echoing softly as his voice faded. A hint of chuckle behind his words, but there was a seriousness too. He had smelled the other pack nearby as well, but they had a different scent than this wolf. Was he here to cause trouble? Thus far Thoren had gone undetected by packs in the regions- he wanted it to stay that way. He was only here for his sister, after she whelped her litter and they were old enough to travel they would go home- whether she liked it or not. He had someone to get back to. "this is speech." |
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