Lay down old bones [Joining]

Walk | Talk | Think

The weather was still against them, but border patrols were still a factor of Secretua life. Rather than push his family out into the storm to monitor the edges of their home, Rune took most of the work upon himself, as he often chose to. Starting the pack had been his idea, after all, something he had decided upon for the betterment of his family. They were all incredibly supportive, all of them willing to pitch in and pull their weight, but whenever possible Rune still chose to carry more than was probably necessary for his share. It was simply how he liked it.

With the Gulley proven secure, and his son sent to watch the water's progress within the deeper regions, the grey Guardian set off toward the Prairie, knowing those borders were more likely in need of freshening up than any of them. With as little protection as the open plains offered against the storm, he doubted many had braved the weather in order to take care of it, so naturally he took it upon himself to do it.

Which seemed to work out even better when he heard a strange call originating somewhere along its border. His black paws set off swiftly across the damp Prairie, ears perked and eyes alert as he spotted the figure who stood there. It was not until he was closer, better able to see the details of the individual, that he could recognize her as being an elder, and it puzzled him even more why she would be out and about at this time and not holed away somewhere safe until the storms had entirely passed rather than created a lull like they had today. His expression, somewhat untypically for him, was drawn into a concerned sort of frown, and though he approached with the posture and authority of a leader his tone was openly puzzled. "I am Rune, Guardian and alpha of Secretua. You called for someone of this pack?"