Silence Is Strong
05-09-2014, 07:05 PM
| Erani Adravendi |
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When the call of her Secondary Beta rang out, muffled slightly by the mists of the moor, Erani smiled slightly, her course changing with a flick of the tail. She ghosted through the territory on silent paws, not needing to really watch her steps; she knew exactly where to place her paws, having gone through the area many, many times since the packs move here. The first real battle training session of the pack. Why wouldn?t she want to step in and observe? Perhaps even participate. So she slipped toward the stone circle, the heavy mist swirling around her, swathing her snowy form in a pallid veil. She was as a ghost in this area, white on misty white. She stepped into the circle, effectively concealed near one of the standing stones, deep blue eyes resting on the two forms already there; Sephiroth, and Valerius. No other shad arrived as yet. A soft breath hissed from her nostrils, soft enough not to emit much noise. Would many show? The attendance for the pack hunt had been sparse. If Valhalla continued with slacking? Her heart sank sadly. She would have to relieve those slacking of their home in Valhalla. This was the hard part of leadership when you possessed a kind heart. Amoren had taught her of this. The other hard part, was saying no to hopeful wolves who needed a home; it was one reason there were numbers building outside the borders, of wolves who would not fit among the pack, but she had felt the need to help them in some way. In a way, she felt there may be an advantage to wolves just beyond the borders. A first alarm system. And friends close by to aid in battle. Her haunches slowly lowered as she watched, waiting for her pack to make her proud. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |