Littermate Bonding

*Dhiren* · 09-15-2014, 02:07 PM

The storms had not let up since the first row of clouds appeared. Rain had fallen and continued to pour upon the earth, not giving it enough time to soak up what had been there before. The ground had turned to mush, mud making up almost every corner of the Delta and the Springs. The combination of the Springs and their steamy hot tubs with the cold rain resulted in a fog that surrounded all of Sawtooth's territories. It spread like a disease, covering every nook and cranny that belonged to the quiet pack. Dhiren didn't let that stop him from doing his duties.
He walked through the mud and entanglements of uprooted trees, intending to get through one more round of boundary patrols before retiring to his den. The male had made sure that Guinevere and her baby were all right, snuggled deep in their den with enough food to keep up the baby's milk for a few days. He hadn't said a word, but his gaze said enough for Guinevere to understand. His black form continued to walk through the fog and rain, enduring the weather despite his mother's wishes. He needed to stay busy; otherwise, he would go insane from being in captivity. Silver and gold eyes looked around in the fog as his steps remained solid and slow. If anyone tried to find refuge in his pack lands, he would have to deal with them.

"Speech"
Lineart courtesy of Kaylink on dA - Character belongs to Wynn

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