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Naiche

Somnium

age
2 Years
gender
Male
gems
101
size
Medium
build
Light
posts
470
player
Shard

Samhain 2022The Ooze ParticipantHalloween 2020 - Spooky CaveBeevent
03-03-2021, 11:16 PM


Naiche hated snow, hated winter, hated ice, and all other things that had to do with winter.  The thought was a frequent one and was likely to continue until the snow quit continuing.  Thank goodness he at least now was sharing a den with Asla.  Ah shit.  What was he let coming into his mind?  It was warmer sleeping with her though so it should be a perfectly ok thought to have in his mind.  What the hell was his problem anyway?  Naiche couldn't decide if the problem was thinking of Asla more and enjoying her company or the fact he kept wanting to deny it.  Definitely somewhere in there, oh well that was the extent of his inner thoughts for the day.  Inner deep thinking tended to be a waste of time when it came to emotional stuff.

He trudged along in the snow, on a patrol of his own, and mind working through more ideas for training the other wolves when he heard a howl.  Well, that was convenient.  The cloaked wolf turned towards the howl and picked up his pace, loping through the snow.  He hadn’t recognized the voice of the howl but the one who had called out surely was part of the pack.  Once he was closer he could smell where it was indeed the armada scent on a wolf he had never before met.  She was a little larger than Naiche but not overly so and a similar enough build.

How long had she been in the pack that he hadn’t noticed her? Naiche trotted in closer, offering a quiet nod in greeting at first.  A polar bear fur covered his back with a hood that offered a bit of protection from the snow as well, though only so far as his forehead was covered, the muzzle was at the winters mercy.  The coat underneath the cloak was a wheat-toned golden shade.  His muzzle had a nice deep scar that showed a pink shade of having only recently gone from injury to healed scar.  Upon closer inspection, there was a pangolin head sticking out from under the cloak hood as well.  Pan the pangolin was cold also!

“Hello,” Naiche offered after the quick assessment of the new individual, “I’m Naiche, general for the armada.” Yup, it would grow normal at some point, right now he still loved it when there seemed reason to mention his rank.  Of course, he had come to work on lessons but it would be nice to know who he would be working with.

"Naiche"
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