just keep on healing me
03-03-2014, 06:30 PM
Nose always to the grindstone Shilah had been out investigating his new home. Familiarizing himself with the plant life as well as the borders and boundaries that formed the new, or rather old, Valhallan homeland. He'd made a mental note to get out and familiarize himself with his pack mates next though he felt ultimately many of them would prefer his distance for the time being. They'd been displaced in a way and were still dealing with the fallout from the challenge. From what he could tell it seemed like Glaciem had been on their heels for quite some time but it was hard for him to be sure. Shilah knew better than to open old wounds without good reason. Curiosity was not a good enough reason. Mouth full of Sweetflag grass Shilah was making his way back to a freshly dug den. He didn't feel right taking a den that may have held a previous owner so he'd stayed up late digging his own. It was on his way back through the moor with his swamp grass still in his maw that he heard a call ring out. Shilah did not recognize the voice but made a beeline for the source. While the call didn't sound terribly alarming Shilah was never one to turn down a summons. He came upon a pair of blue-eyed wolves, male and female and he quickly dipped his head in greeting before setting down his gather so that he could speak. Licking his lips of the spicy, earthy taste he turned to them. "I am Shilah of the Nomads, recent recruit to Valhalla and newly ranked Eta. Is there something amiss?" Speech |
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