Walk | Talk | Think
The longer his family retained the label of a pack and the name Secretua, the more strongly Rune felt the urge to help it establish a strong, centralized member-base. Family had done its part at the very beginning, each of them devoted to assisting the other and concerned enough for the well being of them all to push themselves and make it work. But it was not going to hold out forever. Time was reminding him just how important it was for new blood, new insights, new help to be brought in. Already he had made excursions into the Battlefield, the widely used locale for bringing in new recruits, but the very atmosphere of the place caused the fur along the ridge of his spine to rise warily. It was not the most hospitable of places, nor did it always house the best recruits available.
For that reason, he had taken a detour, heading west and skirting along a territory that he knew from past history to reside somewhere near Valhalla. Or at least where it once had stood. His dark paws were careful not to draw him in that particular direction, not wanting to see the state of the home that had once provided shelter to his mate and himself. Whatever had befallen Valhalla and its inhabitants since it had been lost to his aunt was out of his control. At least that was what he kept telling himself.
Pale, frosty blue eyes were narrowed and the male's expression was set it its customary scowl, but overall he appeared relaxed. Here in the wilds, in unclaimed territory and without company, he could relinquish his status for a while, simply be a wolf on the prowl. And perhaps it was the pleasant sort of location, all wispy willow trees with the fresh smell of water upon the air, that made him more comfortable, that made him hopeful of perhaps finding more driven, like-minded recruits for Secretua. Purposeful and observant, the pale grey wolf roamed about the Willows, seeking and searching and enjoying the shade the wispy trees offered as he went along.
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