Sea Legs

*Thoren* · 08-13-2019, 09:10 PM

In his world, pups were special, important even. Rarely were they left to simply wander about due to the possibility of cave-ins and tunnels collapsing. It was better that they were with an adult so that they could not run into a dangerous tunnel and be lost forever. Even with such precautions some pups did manage to slip away, there weren’t enough adults to go around at times and pups would be pups. Thus, he was surprised when a voice from behind caught his attention, and just before she ran into him, she back pedaled quickly. Ears came forward as he turned to face her, her excitement quickly shifted to nervousness and he smiled softly. Her surprised tones had him looking around, searching for her friend but seeing nothing readily. “Not safe for pup in storm.” He’d reply, head nodding towards the clouds that were coming in fast.

Once more Thoren would look around in the growing dark, rain would begin to fall, lazily, just a bit of a sprinkle but he could smell the rain in the air and feel the electric charge of the storm. It wouldn’t stay gentle for long. “I’m Thoren…Let’s find shelter..storm will be bad.” His heavy accent probably didn’t make it easy for her to understand him, but he hoped his relaxed posture and the way he shifted to help block the rain from hitting her would be enough to get her to trust him. As if on cue the rain would pick up tempo, slapping into his side. “Come.” He rumbled softly, moving towards the cliff edge, perhaps there was a cave…but if not, the stones would at least provide some shelter form the rain.

It didn’t take long for the rain to beat down on him, little pebbles falling from the sky. At first it was just startling, but then it began to hurt “Run, pup!” He yelled, doing his best to shield the pup but also push her fast enough to get out of the rain and hail. Sharp, night keen eyes would see the darker spot in the stone- he knew what that meant. A cave. Relief would flood through him as he altered the course and headed for it without breaking stride. There was confidence in his steps even as he neared what looked like nothing more than hard rock. His pace didn’t slow until he was nearly running into the stone, instead of stone, his form would slip inside the crevice. Ears immediately came forward and nostrils flared. The fresh scent of another wolf hit his nose and his eyes searched, snapping to the wolf quickly. “No harm meant.” He spoke quickly, before glancing over his shoulder, hoping the pup had followed him in.

"2/3 for navigation skills"
Permission given to assume Dova follows Thoren
NOTE: Thoren is extremely sensitive to light, he can see better at night than most wolves (not perfectly however). He also speaks with a heavy, Scandinavian accent.

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