where oh where could our sister be?
rexx / nav seasonal
Marauder
Scout
09-14-2022, 04:27 AM
His body stood rigid along one of the small shores of the multiple lakes. Mud spread out everywhere as it began to dry and crack with the oncoming summer heat. Spring had been a wet one with constant rains that helped keep the paw-shaped lake at full capacity. Now, with reeds as high as his chest, and the local fauna abundant, it was the perfect place to lose your scent if you didn't want to be found. Is that what had happened to their sister? Up until this area, her scent had been alone without another wolf to escort her or keep her company. What was she even doing this far away from home alone anyway? Not that it was his business as he had done some wandering off himself but at least he made it home by the next day. Scald's face was entirely scrunched up with ears flattened against his skull as he squinted at the shadows. It shouldn't have been hard to spot her if this was the area she had fallen since water seemed to help activate the glowiness of her pelt. Yet, nothing still as he stuck his nose closer to the mud. Sniffing as aggressively as he could without directly snorting the goopy mess, the pup continued to move around the lakeside with determination. With no luck, he felt ready to give up. When suddenly Rexx called out that he scented something over near him. Lifting his head quickly, he looked to his burlier brother with wide eyes that had the whites gleaming. "Let's hope you're right," Scald whispered under his breath as he pivoted his body in the direction of where Rexx stood. Seconds later, he was standing beside Rexx with ears pressed forward, tail held like a flag over his back, and every nerve on fire. "You said up this way?" Scald asked with one look to Rexx before tilting his nose up into the air. The scent was faint from what he could tell but there was something there. Lowering his muzzle, he could smell it better closer to the ground. His bi-colored gaze flicked to the strange feathered birds floating along the surface with an accusatory stare. "You don't think she disappeared here, do you? Maybe she moved on somewhere else?" His voice is low, almost a hushed whisper, just in case those honking birds were the culprits. word count: 1195/1500
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