fight, don't lose hope
[ noelle ]
06-24-2022, 10:38 PM
He hadn't the chance to really explore the pack lands of Valhalla. Torben wandered in the dead of night, careful not to wake sleeping wolves. His massive body cut through the tall grass, made crisp and cold by the winter weather. He resisted to shiver as he walked and found relief in sparse open areas void of foliage. It was a short relief. The pools of water were frozen through, and while they didn't have grass, he found the sheet of ice not much different. His ears flicked forward, asserting he heard something. His muzzle and part of his head peered through the grass, spotting movement ahead of him. He didn't know who it was, but it was not prey. The smell was a wolf. "Lo there?" he called out softly. The scent was clearly Valhalla; this was a wolf of the pack. The grass shivered in front of his eyes, parted by the stretch of a frozen stream. "m' new here" he added, knowing his scent wasn't very strong. He could have scared the other "uh, m' a scout with a very long title." He added, joking and also not. |
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