When I Wake Up

He didn’t know why he felt the pull to follow his paws to the east but as long as he stayed out of Auster for a good long while all would be well. The man avoided this part of the world primarily to keep from being harassed by the blood relatives that congregated here in Boreas. Luckily they seemed to be keeping to themselves as the long dark subsided. Summer glided on the air currents above his head, surveying the landscape from above for her master. That was how Noir would first realize he wasn’t alone.

As the raven’s cry alerted him to another wolf’s presence, and one Summer recognized, he made his way curiously into the clearing around the hotspring. Part of him expected to see Theory or Rhyme, so he was cautious as blue and lavender eyes scanned the pools behind the dark foliage. He was pleased to only find a familiar mottled lilac she wolf dipping herself into the tepid waters.

Noir confidently stepped out of the woods when he was confident he was about to come face to face with someone he would rather not. He wore a smirk on his face, and didn’t hide his approach from the familiar woman. She made such a big deal of getting his name, and if he had gotten her own Noir didn’t remember it. ”Still all alone?” He asked with a tilt of his head as his bicolored eyes roamed the shapely curve of her body. He remembered far too well how she felt against him.