Brightly Wound
01-09-2014, 08:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-12-2014, 09:00 AM by Flamesong.)
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here to relive your darkest moments Flamesong had been on the island for a few weeks now, and was settling in nicely. The man was well rested and completely prepared to take on whatever duties his alpha assigned to him. He had just been foraging the grounds for wild herbs when his alphess sounded a call for a meeting. With a bundle of berry branches hanging from his maw, he took off in the direction of the sound. His leader was standing pridefully in the center of a small clearing just large enough to seat the pack. It appeared that one other wolf had arrived before him, and he smiled in friendly greeting. Flamesong approached Chrysanthe with a dip of his head and dropped the berries in front of his paws. "Afternoon milady." After his greeting he picked up his bundle of herbs and sat a good number of feet away, allowing the other wolf some space but staying well near enough to hear his alphess. |