Isles

*Sarak* · 01-08-2014, 06:36 PM

Sarak

His fur was dappled by the light filtering through the canopy of exotic island trees, lungs full of her scent. Moss green eyes swept the jungle as he made his silent passage through the new environment that was Valhalla?s new home. He had not been present as of late, the wound in his scruff having taken an infection. He?d followed the Glaciem fighters to see where they would take their prisoners. And, for a while, he?d lurked well out of noticing range, watching. Cormalin was well enough, keeping to the shadows. Bronze had escaped, and Themisto had surprised Sarak by winning his freedom.

Cormalin would find his way free eventually. The old wolf was smart, and strong. So Sarak had turned to home. However, the infection had taken hold in the days during his travel home, and he?d wandered, sick from infection, until his body had managed to defeat it. The wound in his scruff was healing now, a large scar where flesh and fur once lay.

Azalea?s scent strengthened, and he slowed, stopping just within eyesight. He took her in, drank her form in. Then finally, he stepped from the shadows of the jungle. ?Azalea.? So much love and longing in her name.

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