Brightly Wound
01-10-2014, 12:09 AM
The war was over, his pack was safe, his family was safe. Everyone that he cared about was safe and sound in their new home on the island. There was no longer a threat from glaciem or any other packs looking to bring Valhalla harm. They were secluded on their island, well protected from any outside threats. For future wars, the pack would be better prepared to defend themselves with their new advantage. But now was not the time to think of wars to come. His aunt Chrysanthe had called a meeting and as the current Heir, he had to be prompt. Nimble paws would pull the young Adravendi through the island forestry, having already acclimated himself to his new surroundings in the few weeks they had been here. He was careful to avoid the vines that seemed to be hanging around in certain places, auds pulled against his skull to avoid snagging overhanging vines and branches. It was only a few minutes before he would arrive the cluster of trees his aunt had decided to call the pack beneath, ceruleans easily spotting her figure and those of several wolves already gathered. He would come up from her to her left, careful to be considerate of her new disability in her right eye, nudging her shoulder gently before settling down quietly. A smile would be directed at her before he would turn to the rest of the wolves, hoping to see that Meili had followed closely behind. Talk like this |
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