Hunting with Mother
Resin
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
51
51
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
06-29-2020, 04:11 PM
The Warlord was constantly pushing himself, striving to enhance and better his skills. That strive had pushed him into trouble more than once, and the learnt caution was an added burden. He knew of another wolf who liked to push themselves, one who he did not consider as fragile as Io. one of his favourite hunting partners. Her mother, despite her injuries, had a similar drive to the Warlord. It would be her he would seek out on the frosty winter morning, and speak of a hunt. He laughed, when she explained the hunting session she had taken Mortis on had run through similar parameters. It would be a very different duo that would make their way North now. Through the milder lands of the South, until they knew they had found winter. The snow settled more permanently on the ground here, cold and chilling from pads to ear-tips. Resin knew the way better than he did, and they fell into comfortable silence as they navigated the kobbly, thick trees that grew here, upwards towards the stars on no straight course. Pulling free of the trees, they found themselves in an open field, with snow kicked up around then, and flurries of snowflakes as they began to fall. He knew the open sky tethered on the edge of a blizzard, and he began to smile. A challenge. Exactly what he had come here in search of. word count: 236 "Speech"
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