FLAWLESS

*Cormalin* · 06-13-2014, 01:07 AM

Cormalin

Cormalin had expected it, to be honest. There was always some wolf who grabbed an opportunity, no matter how dishonorable the method. Tides changed, and seasons progressed. Wolves were born, and wolves died. So was the way of life. He had seen wars, seen peace, seen illness, and seen health. So the old warrior would fall into a calm, ready mood as the challenging call for his sister came from the distant Battlefield.

As he and his family finished the patrol, Erani?s sharp summons came for the pack, and he with his fellows, as well as his niece and Obsidian, fell into step with the graceful Queen as she headed toward the call to face the challenger.

Occasionally, he brushed his nose against her shoulder as encouragement, and as they reached the field, he departed from her, chuckling faintly as she paused to gently admonish Signy before going to face the challenger. Gold and blue gaze flicked around the crowd, before he focused on Erani?s voice, while a touch of scent on the air told him Caerul had arrived just then. He was proud of his sister, of what she had accomplished. He was with her until his heart stopped, for better or for worse.

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