we all go marching one by one
ft winterfell patrol
08-08-2019, 02:06 PM
Fracture heard the call in the light of day, eyes blinking open sleepily from his nap. He recognized the voice of Heloise - a fellow squire of the pack. The dark man had spent the night previous on patrol and so he was resting up for his next. The blackness of his coat suited the darkness, and he was becoming more used to the cold chill of the north underneath the moon's light. He knew he'd likely be excused from the gathering, but if there was to be a show of strength and unity then he wanted to be present - even if it meant pulling a double shift. He got to his paws, dragging himself from his den within the ship and hopping down to head in her direction. He was a territory over and so it took him some time, but by the time he'd made it to the call there was only one other wolf who'd made it first. "Heloise." He greeted warmly, nodding his head to his friend. His arrival was just in time to hear the second wolf's introduction, and Fracture tucked the information away. He'd not met many wolves of Winterfell yet, even though he'd been there nearly a season. "Greetings, Elara." "Speech" "Thinking" "You." |