Hell's Bells

*Cormalin* · 07-31-2013, 07:17 PM

Cormalin

For a moment, Cormalin wondered if the small female was about to bolt at the sight of him. Her tail tucked, she took a step back. Then she seemed to focus on him, a deep breath drawing into her lungs. His eyes seemed to fascinate her, and when she spoke his name, it was almost as if she expected him to? disappear. Since he didn?t intend to disappear, and couldn?t if he wanted to, she seemed to relax, her head lowering slightly, returning his greeting with her name.

Persephone. She seemed as flighty as a deer that had caught movement during the day, when their eyesight was weakest, and wasn?t sure if it had really seen that movement, her shaky sigh made his ears press forward. As she glanced over her shoulder, he did as well, peering across the plain, before looking back to her. What chased her. At her next words, he pondered. ?Well, I can tell you a little about the area. My pack?s territory lays to the west, and a little bit south. To the south, there is a kingdom pack called Seracia, Valhalla?s ally. To the north, there is a pack known as Glaciem. But I?ve been hearing that it?s unstable there, ever since a wolf took over after winning a fight for it. Also, north and west lays Amenti, also our ally. East, is Tortuga, and Ludicael. Ludicael are our Allies, but Tortuga disbanded and reformed around a wolf who is no friend to us. Where we stand now, is called the Battlefield. Many wolves come here, either to fight, or to find a home. Are you looking for a home, yourself?? His long winded directions ended with that question, voiced conversationally.

Haunches sank to the ground a movement made to hopefully set the female ever more at ease.

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