Preparing a Feast

N/A · 04-02-2014, 09:17 AM

At the time of the call Arwel had been taking a small nap, a light sleep having taken his form into it?s hold. He had chosen to use the central densite as the location for his den, wanting to be close to the members of the pack in hopes of bonding further with them. Bonds kept a pack strong. Not only that but if he was here, from what Arwel expected anyway, he would catch onto important information quickly enough.

A howl would break through his dreams. It was quiet but the purpose behind it was clear -- a summoning howl. He recognized the voice of the one calling to the sigma of the pack as well. Ashtoreth. He would move, stretching out each limb as he got to his paws. Though he didn?t get stiff or had trouble with joints or anything yet the male was ever conscious of the fact he was getting older... And certain habits could help ease such things.

He would arrive before too long. He wasn?t the first to arrive but he was sure he wouldn?t be the last. He would dip his head to Ash, a gentle smile upon his face as a greeting slipped past his lips. ?A good day to you, Ashtoreth.? His cerulean gaze would shift between the others there. ?As well as to you both as well.? A pack hunt was something he was truly looking forward to, as well as attending sessions of other skills. He wanted to work on bettering himself on a more rounded level.

"normal.
talk.
think.
you"

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