The Ancient Past

*Cael* · (This post was last modified: 12-12-2013, 06:56 PM by Cael.)

He wasn't particularly sure what had drawn him away from Valhalla's territory. Perhaps it was a subconscious need to say goodbye to the western section of Alacritis before Valhalla went off on their move to the islands. Or maybe he just had an itch to explore. Either way, he found himself wandering away from his pack, if only briefly.

He was winding through the trees, enjoying the snow draped nature around him, when he just so happened to catch a whiff of another wolf's scent. A brute by the smell of it, and not a pack wolf. The scent luckily drew Cael's gaze down to the ground and the druid came to an abrupt halt. Only a foot or two in front of them the ground split apart into a giant chasm. He blinked with surprise and turned his head to the right and left. It stretched in both directions for as far as he could see.

He picked up on the scent he had noticed before and his brows pulled together. But that couldn't be right... If his nose wasn't deciving him, the scent was coming from the ravine. He carefully padded closer to the edge and peered down into the hole, his eyes widening with surprise. There was a wolf down there! "Hello? Are you alright?" he called down to the stranger, his irish accented voice echoing off the ravine's walls.

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