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N/A · 07-19-2014, 12:00 AM

Squall

The male had decided to come out of hiding, rather, from turning his back on the world. He had offered everything for the second time, and yet the world would continue to turn it's back on him time and time again. The tri-toned brute would walk westward, perhaps seeking a new life outside of Alacritis...or perhaps he would keep walking and not stop until his heart stopped beating. The sands were hot upon his pads, and if wolves could sweat surely he would be doing so. Tongue hung beyond his inky lips, the male panting heavily. Icy gaze would gaze before him, the heat from the ground rising in waves towards the blue sky. He knew there was an oasis around here somewhere, though wasn't entirely sure exactly where it was.

However, he would tread on. The sun relentless upon his back. HE would see before him, buzzards flying overhead. As if circling something that lied unseen, perhaps even blending in with the desert sand. Curious though he was, he would nearly choose to stray...but alas, his curiosity was too great, and despite his being a loner, he could not simply walk away from whatever it was. It was morally wrong, even for him. He muttered under his breath in silence, approaching the area he would see a few of the birds diving at something. Narrowing his eyes, he would come to realize it was a creature...no, another wolf. He would growl, moving forward to chase away the birds as his teeth snapped at wings and feet, sending them back into the air in complaint. Lying before him, a she-wolf whose pelt seemed to nearly melt with the land around them, and yet something was wrong. She's dehydrated and exhausted from the heat... He would think to himself. Gazing about, he saw no relief from the sun anywhere, though his instincts knew there was a source of water somewhere. It wasn't his first time in the desert, after all.

Hastily, he would lift her by her scruff, pulling her onto his back. He ensured she was securely in place, and he would move on. The extra weight would slow his progress, but he would not stop. He seemed to be walking for miles, hours even. And it was a few short hours that he would see relief, the smell of water would call to him, guiding him. Eagerly and almost with haste, he changed course and followed it until finally, after another hour or so, he found it. Just in time, for his legs were growing shaky and his breath shortening. He approached the water, trying to carefully drop her to the ground though ended up doing it a little rougher then intended. He placed her within the shade, a few feet from the pool of water as he went to drink. Once he had his fill, he would turn and glance at her, noting her condition. He would remain there a moment longer, then moving into action. He strode up the banks, grabbing a palm leaf from the ground and dragging it back to the pool, filling it with water, and dragging it near the female. Without a word, he would stride back to the edge of the pool, head lowered as his shoulders seemed to rise above the slope of his neck, and he would remain there staring at the water; back turned to the female.

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