There's a First Time for Everything

The warm summer day finds Ricin laying in the cool grass near Chade and his den. Long legs stretched out as far they will go as the blue wolf slumbers peacefully. There is nothing quite like an afternoon nap underneath the summer sun and the young man is taking full advantage of the day. In the realm of dreams, the man chases an elk across a beautiful, grassy plain when a call reaches his ears. It swiftly pulls him from the depths of dreamland and he immediately shoots upright, head snapping in the direction of the summons.

Never one to dally, Ricin swiftly stands and shakes out his coat, smoothing down some errant hairs that try to stick up at odd angles. With that done, he lopes toward the meeting area, wondering what will happen today. As he approaches the area, the man slows, crimson eyes finding Avacyn and Saracyn up on the slate platform. With a smile and dip of his head in greeting, the blue wolf picks a spot in the clearing and settles lightly on his haunches. Tail curls loosely around his hips as he patiently waits for his brother to arrive and join him.


"Ricin Dauner"