Friendly Foes
04-30-2014, 01:46 PM
It took an effort of time, through long days of travel to make his way into the colder climate of the North. He rarely made the effort to come this far from his usual haunts near the Valhalla pack, but the new sensations and alternate landscapes had made it worth the effort. It was with a need to run, for long days to pass in a tireless pace of thundering paw steps that he had made the trip this time. He knew that time was against him, he knew that very soon he would be forced to watch his sister face her fears, and knew also that despite all his efforts he did not know if she was strong enough to do so. He paced the earth, and found himself here, in the lands of the North and the familiar landscapes of Valhalla where far behind him now. Still his anger displayed itself in his need to run, and on he would go once more. It was not until a great expanse of rock lay before him that he would still his efforts, coming to a light work to cool the racing of his heart before he reached the cavern. Here would be a good a place as any to face his own fears, to prepare himself for the days to come, and to rest away the night. His steps where light, but audible as they traced the outline of the den, inhaling heavy breath into his nostrils, ensuring himself no beast slumbered within. The scent that reached him would be in the tones of wolf, and he with a sigh he would ret himself upon his rump before the great opening of the cavern. He would tip back his head and yip three times, announcing himself to the one that lay within. If he was not welcome here he would turn, and walk away. "My sounds""My Soul" |
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