Here We Are

N/A · 11-02-2013, 11:49 PM

A yawn parted the mans jaws, and he would lazily shake his body free of sleep. He had been up past the late hours of night, patrolling his borders from potential late night ambushes. With war here, there was no telling what the enemy would do. Shaking off the sleep, he would stand and immediately exit the den. The pack grounds smelled of Seracians and Valhallans alike, but he paid them no mind as his mind was on one thought; finding Loccian to see how she was dealing with this whole nightmare. He knew she had been worried about her brother going to the war, and Squall only hoped she was alright. Charcoal black paws took him towards the barn that made up part of his home, wondering if he would find her somewhere around there. Ears flicked up at the sounds of goats ahead, and though he was hungry, he would keep it at bay and hunt later. Right now, hunger was not his concern. He rounded the corner of an old piece of machinery, only to stop at a sight that froze him in place. His eyes widened at the sight of blood upon Loccian's muzzle, blood trailing behind her. Carefully, he would approach her, stopping just a foot or so in front of her. A worry crossing his mind. "Loccian...what's wrong?"

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