Fields Of Gold

N/A · 04-15-2014, 01:03 AM

The autumn morning sun was kissing the land, morning upon the land when Arwel would come to a stop, looking across the plains that stretched on before him. In the changing of the seasons the grasses had begun to grow dull, becoming more of a golden color than their rich green. Fields of gold... It was a beautiful sight, even if it meant that winter would soon be upon all of Alacritia. This thought made him glad that the pack was not set in the North... It would be terribly cold there... Colder than most other areas in Alacritia. He would shake his head. It was something he needed to deal with so it wasn?t something he really needed to dwell on.

What he did need to focus on, however, was the training of one of their higher ranks. It felt strange to be training another wolf but he wouldn?t complain... He was older than her and perhaps he might have a trick or two he could teach her. Guinevere. He didn?t really know her well but it was time to change that, as it was time for her training to start. Whats more was that he would need to do more work as well... Not just in training her but simply to better himself.

Cerulean orbs would close as the male tipped his head back, his howl sounding loud enough to reach the main densite. He wasn?t really sure where the she-wolf had made her den but with any luck at all she was nearby and would hear his call. If not, well, he would just have to go looking for her then. He would sit down to wait, opening his eyes again and glancing out across the plains again as the wind played with the fur on his body. Things were going to get better... He was sure of it.

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