Brightly Wound

*Soren* · (This post was last modified: 12-06-2014, 09:55 PM by Soren.)

The call summoned Soren from his den, a voice rather unfamiliar to the boy though he understood it?s meaning well enough. With a sigh he heaved himself from the den and shook the dirt from his fur. He was about to head out when he paused, turning back to gaze at what he considered being a nearly completed den. Soon enough it would be perfect, till now though? Heaving a sigh he headed out in the way of the call.

He was still small, and his strides not very long so even though he had started off at a run he would soon grow tired long before even arriving at the meeting area. He slowed to a trot and finally to walking as he finally drew into the meeting place. Hazel eyes roved over the gathered wolves recognizing none of them; that was except for the Ivory and Russet she-wolf was his mother. He picked up his pace as he approached her. The boy glanced up at his mother as he drew up beside her and then settled himself upon his haunches.

Speech,

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me