This Damn Sand.
09-12-2014, 01:57 AM
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Walk | Talk | Think The burly grey male had given himself a rare day off to explore the territories that surrounded his home rather than busying himself within them as he was more often caught doing. His concern for the safety and stability of the pack had been pushing him to do everything that he could - patrol and hunt being at the top of the list - but he could feel it beginning to wear on him. He was going to run himself ragged if he kept up carrying the weight of the pack, if he did not learn to share the burden he had placed upon his shoulders with those he had entrusted with places in Secretua. So he had left it to them, to his children and his single recruit. It would probably do them all some good to get him out of there as well; he knew he was something of a stick in the mud when it came to their youthful ways of doing things. Where he found himself was upon a beach composed of what appeared to be ebony sand, and though the location was entirely different and nothing like the delta he recalled it reminded him a little of his mother. He missed the woman, hoped dearly that she could see the handiwork he was creating and could look upon him proudly. His frosty blue eyes panned out across the waters as he paused to stare, hoping too that she knew he still thought of her despite all the time that had passed since she had gone. Would she have liked that he named his pack after her? The empty landscape was suddenly less empty, the odd motions of a figure walking - no, marching - down the beach drawing Rune's attention away from the water to watch her peculiar progress down the beach and toward the water. As tended to happen when around company, the Guardian's features drew into a puzzled frown, watching with open confusion as the white wolf stepped within the ocean and shook. Whatever her intent, if the look on her face was any indication, things were not going as planned. Naturally he was not a chatty individual; he much preferred keeping to himself rather than seeking out others unless it was absolutely necessary. But he did still need to recruit wolves into Secretua... However strange they might have appeared from afar. He hurried his pace as he padded down the length of shoreline that separated them, studying the woman the entire time as if it might somehow reveal more about her before he had a chance to speak with her. Obviously she cared little for the ocean, which seemed of little consequence. Secretua was not located upon the water anyway. It was not until he was close, well within sight and too close to turn away without it being obvious, that he realized the scent she carried was already marked by another pack, one he could not name. It discouraged him, made him consider with a hesitation to his step, turning and leaving despite how rude it might have looked, but a moment of weakness caused him to be generous and rather than depart he addressed her, still frowning, "Having some trouble?" |
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