A Long Time Coming
09-18-2013, 12:00 PM
Crucible |
At the far ends of the land, Crucible's ear flicked towards the sound of a summoning howl. He knew that voice, it was his king's. Of course as of yet that would be only one of two voices he would know off hand, Riv being the other and she had no reason to summon him. The summon worried him some. Though he did not have outstanding loyalty to the pack members, only because he had not met them, he did not want this home savagely taken away from him like his last. The scouting he had been doing was soon forgotten as his legs picked up and loped towards the call of his king. The young wolf was overly aware of his surroundings as he ran. He would not let another take him off guard so as he could not fight for his new home. Often pessimistic because of his past, Crucible was prepared for the worst. The smell of a large group of gathered wolves lingered into his nostrils. This slowed him to a fast paced trot, and soon to a walk as they came into his vision. Everyone was sitting and relaxing. They did not seemed concerned as to why their king had called them. Perhaps this meeting was just routine? His yellow eyes scanned each one of them looking for knowledge in their body language, but nothing was given to him besides an overwhelming feeling of security. Relaxation tugged at his muscles and he gave into it. Though not noticeable to most wolves, one who could see the details in others would have noticed the tenseness leave his body. Crucible was skilled in hiding his emotions because he had lived as a rogue. Out there, one never knew whom you should trust and whom you should flee from. The young wolf lowered his head to King Maverick in respect before going to sit towards the back of the ranks. He did not yet feel comfortable sitting among all of these wolves he did not know. Alert as always, he waited patiently for the meeting to begin. |