TIME FOR DESTRUCTION

*Sarak* · 02-01-2014, 03:13 PM

Sarak

Sarak stretched, tongue swiping his jaws for the last remaining trace of the piglet he?d picked off from a whole herd of them on the island. The sow had given up after he?d crossed the ocean, turning back to her brood while Sarak padded off with his catch. He?d had yet to meet Azalea?s children, but that would change soon. It needed to.

He was happier than he?d ever been. He had a mate, and he intended to be a fine father to her children, no matter that their father was an enemy. However, he would have to put happiness aside, as a call rang out from the Tall Grass Plains. Alsander, calling the pack. An arms call. He?d been to busy avoiding a rampaging, furious mother pig to hear the previous howl, the challenge to Chrysanthe.

The muddy brown male considered his options. Despite having run over half the island, and swum the sea to avoid said pig, he was refreshed after his snack of piglet. He was uninjured, strong, and in better condition than he?d been in all his life, sleek as a well fed jaguar. He took off at a gallop, knowing his stamina, and that he wouldn?t be out of breath upon his arrival to whatever was in store on the battle field.

When he arrived, there was only one fight. Chrysanthe, and a white female he?d seen at the siege. Emerald eyes narrowed as he noted the other Glaciem wolves. Oh they did love a show, didn?t they. He fell into a relaxed, easy stance, balanced and ready to move. It hadn?t rained much since the big storm, and dust would rise easily. He would use that dust to his advantage should further fighting break out. For now, he waited, noting that Cormalin had returned, either escaping, or released. Emerald eyes turned to the fight, confident in his leader, no matter the outcome of the fight.

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