I don't know about days gone
06-13-2014, 06:01 PM
The cross marked male would take his leave from the den. He had just gotten over the disease that plagued the lands, and he was growing restless and tired of sitting around in his den. He had been ordered to rest, but how could he when there were so many more of his Clan to find? The youth would venture towards the borders of Valhalla, fresh air his main concern along with a walk to stretch severely sore muscles. He would breath a sigh of relief, the sickness was leaving his body, and to whom he should be thankful he knew not, save for the healers of Valhalla. It was then, as the male weaved his way slowly towards the border lines, that a scent would drift towards him upon the winters cool winds. His eyes would lift, dull for a moment before growing a bit clearer as recognition set in. With an unintentional bark of hope and happiness, he would surge forward straight towards the location of the scent that could not be a lie. Unless the effects of the sickness afterwards was hallucination, he was sure that he knew who it was that was waiting. "Father!" The boy would cry out, tail wagging madly as he made a beeline for the giant that sired him. He missed him dearly, and cared not for whatever reason he had left, he was just happy to see him back once more. "Dad! Where've you been? I missed you. Angel is here now too you know, but Twig...disappeared again." His voice was filled with happiness before dropping to a tone, a hint of sadness at his last statement. He had not seen her for a few days, and had no idea where she was. He also noted that Alpine, her friend had disappeared from the lands as well. He stopped in front of Deviant, his muzzle brushing against his fathers neck fur as he tried to draw comfort from the only one he knew he could truly depend on. His father had been there for them since Lunatik's massacre, the only one to bring the family together as one. Talk like this |