Wishing on the Noonday Sun
10-28-2014, 09:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-30-2014, 05:53 PM by Motif I.)
Motif had started moving from Abaven territory to the battlefield more often, rekindling her love for spars now that Abaven was out of the woods and doing alright. She knew it was far from perfect, food was becoming scarce and winter was almost upon them ? it was a scary thought, but it did her good to stretch her muscles and test her skills. She was just returning from the field when a call howled out, summoning her and Rhythm to Bass's side. She smile,d it was about time that the three of them got together and spoke. She and Rhythm had gotten pretty close over the storm, both in the cave and out and it had been good to get to know the girl all over again. Bass had never been a stranger to her, from the moment they refound each-other they had slipped unchallenged into old times and old teasing, but of late he had acted old and serious, perhaps some family time could cure him of that. She would be the last to arrive as she crossed over into Abaven territory and padded quickly to where the call had sounded from. She would see then the forms of her family members, the wolves she loved most in the world and she would smile as she made her way towards them. ?Bass, Rhythm, hey guys? she murmured as she brought herself to a stop beside her similar pelted sister. "Speech" |
