Marked

Bane gave a stretch and a wag of his tail at the early afternoon sun, forever thankful that it was out unlike during that terrible day when the winds had howled and trees were uprooted. Hurricanes were rare, his only other memory of one as a yearling, and that was on the peninsula of the Talutah tribe where he saw one way out on the water and observed it move to the coast away from them towards the other side of the bay. Back in the present, Bane sure had a mess to clean up with the hurricane that had come closer. Much closer to home. A worried scowl was cast in the direction of Seracia as he pondered how his family was doing.

A paw pushed a water soaked branch into the muddy river as he threw in a couple of sticks with a jerk of his head. The remaining eye the male had following the debris downstream. The uprooted and knocked over trees were stared at for a moment that surrounded and littered his den site. Nothing could be done about those. Ears flicked at the sudden call coming up from the downstream. He couldn't hear what the word was, only that it was over down by the thick patch of trees that hugged the riverbank. Curiosity got the better of the elder wolf and he gave a toss of his head to send his howl into the thankfully clear sky's.