Much has Changed
08-29-2013, 07:15 PM
Gargoyle's first instincts, upon scenting bear, was to howl for the warriors, bear his fangs and stalk forward to seek out the danger. But he had not taken three steps before he realized that that particular scent was familiar. Zanire? Could it be? Despite his distrust for other predators in general, Gargoyle rather liked Zanire. She had asked for permission in his kingdom and in return, had not only left them in peace, but had helped them. She'd saved the lives of his warriors when they faced the black giant on the slopes of the Glaciem mountains, and again, when he'd been nearly killed after the challenge, Ocena had told him that Zanire had been there to guard the cave. (He personally had little memory - having lost enough blood to feed a flock of vampire bats) Now though he was destined to see the blonde grizzly again - stepping past the local flora to see none other than his mate standing before him! And there was the bear, looking as tame and sweet as anything, actually lying down at Ocena's paws. It was quite a sight. The chief had to hold himself back from shaking his head in admiration. As impressive was the sight of the bear though, it took him a moment to focus on her. He couldn't bring his eyes away from the sight of that pretty she-wolf. The way the sunlight glinted off her black top coat... The way her ears swiveled about when she spoke curiously... With the plumpness of pups gone, she was once more her tiny, sleek self, and Gargoyle couldn't help but be distracted by such beauty. He was within noticing distance now though and he flicked his gaze over to the bear and saluted her with a twitch of his tattered ear. "Zanire! Good to see you're still around! I was worried we'd seen the last of you!" She was a good soul and a worthy ally, and beyond that, she was one of them. In a way she was Glaciem and he had such few shreds of that left now. |
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