Could This Be It?
08-01-2013, 09:10 AM
| Alsander |
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Alsander nodded at Caerul?s words then set himself into the stance their foster father had taught them, relaxed, but ready. His ears flattened slightly as Caerul sang to the borders. Mismatched gold and green eyes flicked to Cael, before movement to their right caught his attention, and he turned his head to look. A yearling she-wolf, silvery grey in color, marked with black timber markings. And mismatched eyes of gold and blue had come prancing around a bush, tail flagging friendship. Her words made his ears prick! Cousins? But she had named their names correctly. ?I... y-yes! I am Alsander.? Her knowing who they were meant one thing, and one thing only. Claire was here, and she had found their father. ?What is your name, little lass?? He gazed down at her, warmth growing in his chest. This little star was their cousin. Who were her parents? An aunt? An uncle? He didn?t know much about his blood family. All Amber and Laoch had been able to tell them was that their father?s birth pack had been massacred when their father was a yearling, and that he had left them with their foster parents to find a sibling. He must have found that sibling. And Claire had found their father. By the happy friendliness of this little lassie, this pack was good, and prey plentiful. All the wolves they?d seen had looked happy, and he thought he might even have caught sight of their Alpha, from the way the large white female with a clay brown face and blue eyes had carried herself. His tail wagged. He couldn?t help it. I feel it in my heart. We are home! |