There Is A Silver Lining
05-03-2014, 06:08 PM
| Sarak |
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The lanky Psi Secondary loped easily toward the north, mottled brown and black pelt gleaming, as though Azalea just being back had helped to bring back the sleek sheen of his fur. The fact that he was going to collect their boys from Glaciem, freeing them, only added more vigor to his steps. Moss green eyes, verdant in their color, were no longer flat and distant, but glittering with life once more. However, as he drew near the territories of Glaciem, he slowed, cadence becoming more business like, face washing of all expression. Despite the thing about dissolving all grudges, and the like, he wasn?t going to be stupid and immediately trust the northern pack. Coming from a pack like he had, he knew a lot about backstabbing, and he would have to see the next two years through without any trouble from Glaciem before he?d trust them even the slightest. Sarak stopped as the scent of the pack borders reached his nose on the breeze, his position being about five feet from the borders, and lifted his muzzle to the heavens, calling out in a slightly raspy song for Soren and Kismet. His call made, he retreated several feet away, haunches lowering to the snowy ground, to wait for his boys to come. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |