RAGNAROK AND ROLL
02-22-2014, 04:10 PM
Mount Volkan was a study in contradictions. The higher Baldur climbed the cooler the air but the hotter the ground beneath the coal black paws that stood apart from his ivory being. Crystal blue eyes peered up ahead at the destination. Baldur hadn't really seen lava and his curiosity was once again driving his aimless wandering. With a steady tune humming in his head he too to climbing high and higher. In truth he had no real reason for this journey, he just didn't know what to do with himself. More and more he was beginning to consider the idea of joining a pack. Baldur had no idea when he might run into his family again and he had no goal in particular. At least with a pack he'd have a purpose. But for all their benefits there was an inherent evil to packs that made the brute hesitate. Could he so easily give up his freedom? Muscular frame lilted forward as he finally came to the top of the volcano. Heat beat from the opening of the monster, sending wave and wave of stifling warmth over him. Wrinkling his nose he stepped closer to the edge when he noticed a femme not to far away, near the other end of the opening. A black beauty with a missing tail. A warrior then. Baldur grumbled mentally. He never knew what to say when greeting another. Rarely did he feel like coming up with some witty one-liner to engage in conversation. No? this time he'd let the other wolf make the first move. If she didn't want interaction then he'd move on after further investigating the volcano. s |