A Return To An Empty Home
01-29-2014, 07:24 PM
| Cormalin |
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His paws carried him at a long trot, though he doubled back often to check for any followers. Long furred tail was held slightly lower than his rump, his head swiveling as his ears turned and flicked to catch all sounds. He wasn?t giving Glaciem a chance to follow him. Four pint white star wrinkled between his brow points as the old warrior frowned, mismatched gold and blue gaze swept the landscape that was home to Valhalla. Or so he had thought. ?Hmm?? His baritone voice hummed out in thought as his nose lowered to take in the scents at the borders. The scents were old, but he could detect Surreal?s scent in among them. Surreal was doing border patrols. Her scent said Beta. He nodded, satisfied. Stepping over the invisible border, he padded slowly through the territory, searching the wind for any fresh scents of his family. Finally, he lifted his muzzle and uttered a low howl. Cormalin had returned to Valhalla? But where was Valhalla itself? |