Caged Bird
03-05-2014, 09:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-05-2014, 09:10 PM by Valerius.)
In his brief time with Valhalla so far, he had spent a fair bit of time exploring the plains, but his restless paws carried him to other parts of the Valhallan's lands. The moment he stepped into the gorge, he had been intrigued by its, shape, vastfulness, and most importantly the use. He couldn't fathom why the pack had claimed it, until he realized that it was a strategical dream. There seemed to be tunnels everywhere that burrowed into the sheer rock on both sides. Easily, the wolves could ambush others and escape. It was genius. He had amused himself ducking into small caves thus far, exploring a little before wandering back out into the depths of the gorge. Some of the caves had seemed to connect to tunnels, and he was a bit wary of exploring them alone, though his paws itched to tour their depths. A drop of water splattered against his nose, and he looked up curiously, to see a few more drops cascading down, followed by the downpour, he picked up his pace, looking for an alcove or cave to duck into to take shelter from water when he spotted one.
Leaping up, he pulled himself onto the ledge of alcove before stepping inside. It was once he was inside, that he realized he wasn't alone. The scent of another was over-powering, and he paused immediately at the edge of the alcove, his eyes landing on another. His own eyes widened with surprise at the sight of another wolf out here, but quickly his expression shifted. "I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't realise you were up here." He apologized quickly, formally. He'd then go on to ask, "Are you alright, ma'am? You look kind of blue." He said, with a concerned frown. While speaking, he had backed up a little, ready to leave her if that is what she wished, but if she wanted company- an ear to talk too, he'd be willing to listen as well.