dripping pearls
ft aurielle
08-05-2019, 05:43 PM
Benedict he had little chances to explore lately. before winter, he wanted to travel and see all there was to see. Benedict wasn't sure how he got to the island, only that he had gotten here. it was all a faded dreamscape right now. after meeting Moon, his injured paw felt better. he'd rested for a few days and went back out. not one to be kept down, the man wandered to the island with little regard in mind. he found the wasteland of the west fascinating; he could almost taste the adventure. but he was getting older, and next year would be his fifth one alive. the silvery sand beneath his paws felt nice, though the man always kept one paw - his right frontal one - upward. he was still a bit worried about getting it infected. having previously cut it on a rock, Benedict was being careful. it was too far, the island, from the other packs. he wasn't sure if he'd meet another wolf out here or not. he knew three other packs were close by; only knowing the name of Valhalla after participating in the hunt. he wondered how they were doing and what their actual goals were. when he met them all, their intention was to survive. now that a pack heavy scent hung in the west, he worried about survivability. but he was part of Abaven, not Valhalla. nor any of the other packs. Benedict continued with his exploration, though he did catch a whiff of a new scent coming closer. |
to note; benedict speaks with a slight european accent
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