Love the Fresh Air
07-16-2014, 08:22 PM
The firstborn of Song and Cherokee Destruction was out patrolling, securing the borders with his own line of scent around the others. Being the Editor meant he had more responsibilities, but he didn't consider that a problem. The idea of being one of the higher ranks made him feel important, and having his leaders as his grandparents made that even better. He honestly didn't know what he would do without his family. During his patrols, he came across the Hot Springs. The spring air was warm enough to not tempt others to the pools, but it seemed that someone was eager to relax anyway. Silver and gold eyes fell upon an unfamiliar form, while curiosity began to peek its young head through his gaze. His body changed direction and he headed over towards the stranger at a slow pace. Ears remained pricked and black tail curled over his back as he approached. "Hello," he openly greeted. "I haven't seen you here before..." Speech, |
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