Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?
10-02-2014, 08:33 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-02-2014, 09:52 PM by Motif I.)
Motif wasn't caught up in the heavy feelings that shrouded the cavern. She was never one for doom and gloom, even in the face of Bass's despair. She was too light hearted, to bright to be caught down in its web. All the same, it gave her a sense of tiredness to feel it about her, and she knew every single wolf here would be far happy when the storm was over and they could return to their lands. She could survey the wolves of Abaven from here, beside her sister on the rock outcropping and she could see why Rhythm had chosen this spot, secluded and watchful and more peaceful then below. She would catch sight of Rhythm's grin in response to Motif's teasing words, and the brown wolf was grateful for the smile she had managed to tease from the other ? she couldn't have stood it if all her family members where in gloom. Her sisters muzzle would touch against her in a return gesture of affection, and now Motif's tail would also thump lightly against the ground, granting Rhythm's movements an echo as she smiled at her sister. ?Where wholly at mercy to the weather here, and there's no signs of the storm giving up yet? she replied with a sigh, there had been moments of peace out there, but it was clear the storm hadn't cleared out yet. |
