Walk | Talk | Think
He had followed the scent of Alamea and her pack for as far as he could, up until it practically disappeared into the ocean waters off the mainland. At first he had thought he might have made a mistake - something that he never did lightly - but nowhere else could he detect the unique smell that was the Valhalla. Either they had all disappeared here at the shoreline...
...or they were all on the island across the water. The grey wolf stood there staring sternly at the island across the shallows. Could they have gone that way, so far from the vast majority of territories that made up the whole of Alacritia? And for what? It did not cross his mind that the move had been a defensive, evasive one, to put further distance between Valhalla and its neighbors in order to keep it safe from further attack. His thoughts were mainly caught up in the effects this made on him. He would be cut off from the eastern world he had grown so familiar to, separated now not by invisible borders but by physical obstacles. But not only himself now: his precious Alamea and their budding family too. Knowing her to be pregnant soon - if not already - he understood how important stability would be and how much she had adapted to life in Valhalla. Joining her would be his sacrifice, proof of his commitment and dedication, and he dearly hoped she would recognize it as that.
Knowing no other way of alerting the pack, Rune set off into the water with a sure, confident stride that broke into paddling as soon as he struck out far enough from shore. The water was relatively calm but chilled him despite the warmer, tropical climate. The stuff tasted terrible though not unfamiliar; the same sandy surf was also found on another of his favorite haunts, the Kamui Delta. He swam strongly, intent upon his course, and was surprised to note that the swim was less lengthy than it had looked from the beach. He climbed swiftly from the water and scrambled up the beach, stopping only once to roughly shake his coat dry. The island seemed much more exotic up close, his icy blue eyes skimming across the heavily green edge of the vegetation before he tested the air. Well. It seemed he had been right; they were here after all.
Grateful his trek over the water had not been for nothing and becoming increasingly eager to see his wintry white girl with the spring pink eyes, he wasted no more time and tossed his head back with a howl, black paws planted as Rune settled in to stand, still dripping and damp, there upon the edge of Valhalla's new land to await the company of one of its higher ups.
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