Black and Gold

*Sarak* · 09-25-2013, 04:05 PM

Sarak

Sarak was late. Beyond late, he was tardy. Long legs ate up the ground, body streamlined with the wind as he raced toward the meeting. He hadn?t realized that rabbit was going to take so long, but Azalea would probably tear his hide off if he skipped any possible meal. He skidded to a trot as he reached the edge of the meeting and found Azalea in the mix with his eyes; and her father, who already looked willing to kill someone? He sat where he stood, at the edge of the gathered wolves.

He listened to the members offering their services to the pack?s wellfare, and the ranks given out. He still had nothing in rank more than an epsilon, he realized. His head turned at the horse?s voice. Obsidian had run across him as he was leaving his den. The walk had been short-lived as she?d caught her tail in a bush, and he?d caught the scent of a rabbit. Hm. A messenger. He could definitely do that. His eyes wandered to Azalea. What would she be doing?

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