Lost In The Sauce
10-05-2014, 04:24 PM
Galahad was not alone long before another would come into his little haven from the storm. Luckily it was not flooded, but it was muddy enough. Perhaps it was more that he was muddy from his sliding. But whatever, at least someone had made it out of that hellish storm and wasn?t flailing about. The young man would give a nod in response to the question, speaking in a bit of an tired tone. ?Fine as I can be, anyway.? Whatever mother nature was up to she seemed to be rather on the moody side today. He?d follow the male?s gaze out into the storm, ears pinned flat against his head. He worried for his sisters. Odette he had seen... Though not for a little while now... And Oracle... Was she still alive out there? As the other male spoke he?d give a small nod. ?True. A wolf would have to be a fool to issue battle in a storm such as this.? He did not share the other male?s history, or knowledge of death via battle, but he was not one so eager to leap into war. Green eyes would meet with the brown male as he introduced himself. Xanilov -- the same last name as the current ruling Queen. A cousin it seemed. He would dip his head, a bit of respect for the older male. ?Galahad. I joined just before the pack switched paws, and then as I was still learning the territory it seemed this storm hit. I got rather lost... I was trying to make my way to Queen Valeryia but... Things got messy fast.? He would give a soft sigh. ?I?m worried what other places are affected like this... The storm is so bad it?s probably a large one, covering much of Alacritia.? "Speech" Think |