Little Snowflakes Become The Storm

*Falk* · 11-15-2013, 11:02 PM

The silver fea with the attention-grabbing gold and sapphire eyes was constantly in the back of his mind ever since Falk came across Surreal. He had thought about her often, wondering and worrying about her and her pack's fate in the war with his father. Finally the large brute gave in to his craving to see her again and took off to the west side of Alacritis to find her. He was sure Taurig wouldn't mind him being gone a couple of days, especially if it was to check on his adopted sister.

He had been traveling at an easy lope, not in any hurry to get there, but still moving at a swift enough pace that it felt like it took no time at all to reach the Valhalla territory. He slowed to a halt at the borders, peering out over the empty plains to see if any wolves were around, or even better, if Surreal was there. He blinked and gazed up at the sky as a snowflake landed on his muzzle. Huh, it was shifting into winter now, wasn't it? A thin flurry of snow danced around him. None of it seemed to stick, but it showed that winter was well on its way.

"Falk." That familiar, unique voice cut through the cold air and he pulled his gaze down from the sky till it landed on Surreal and his ears flicked back in response. Her whole body looked like it was covered in a whole collection of scratches and gashes, obvious signs of being in a fight or even multiple fights. He frowned as she got closer, his sky-blue gaze showing his worry. "Surreal, are you okay?" He asked immediately, his eyes searching her over for every wound. Luckily it looked like they had been taken care of, but that didn't stop his worry. "Who did this to you?"

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