Follow My Paw Steps
03-31-2014, 11:34 PM
| Cormalin |
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Cormalin slid through the moor, paws silent on the ground as he traveled. His head was low, tail raised slightly to avoid catching the fur on the twigs of heather. Anything to avoid making a noise. It was part of his training regime now. Passing through Druids Moor until he made no sound going through whatsoever. However? He paused, head canting to the right as his ears cocked. It sounded as though someone else wasn?t trying for silent passage, or they were very bad at running silently. Splashing and paws thrashing through heather came closer, sweeping past him, the figure just shrouded enough by the mist to mask defining features, other than the wolf was part of Valhalla. He padded quietly after the female, hearing a heavy impact mixed with the splatter of loose mud hitting the ground every which way. He circled around, and to the other wolf, it might seem as though he?d materialized out of the fog, vapor swirling about his form. He was a larger wolf, standing at thirty-eight inches at the withers, and with his full, longer ruff of neck fur and the longer fur on his tail, and the regal head and strong narrow muzzle, he cut an impressive figure, shrouded in mist. Mismatched blue and gold gaze rested on the female?s muddy face, one brow point lifting slightly. ?Get up and try again.? Baritone voice rolled like soft thunder, mild Irish inflections riding an educated British accent. |