The Thunder Rolls

Curiosity swirled around his brain as a call rang out for him -- Venus was calling him to the battlefield. With lightening cracking over head he made his way towards it, leaving Motif in charge of his pack. Abaven was hiding away in the Singing Caverns while the storms tore away at their home, making him all the more curious to her call. Had she been injured? But then why was she calling him here? A brow rose, his gait set at a trot as he stretched his sore muscles. His body had gotten quite wet, he was pretty sure that he was fighting off a cold. But no matter, he wasn't one to ignore the callings of his pack members. Entering the battlefield, he easily picked out her bold form among the barren lands. "Greetings Venus, what is the reason for your call today? I hope you are faring well." He saw her battle stance, and was pretty sure that he was certain why she howled for him. But he wanted to hear it from her own inky lips, to make sure that he wasn't thinking anything wrong.

OOC: Omg terrible post. The last one took a lot out of me and its late. Sorry!