Stepping Into Life Again
11-12-2014, 08:28 PM
Sarak padded slowly southward, one ear cocked backward toward the two boys who trailed him. His two sons. Sarka had taken off, and it hurt his heart that she had. He had left word with Soren and Kismet that if Azalea came back and ran into them first that the boys were with himself, and hopefully he would be able to reassure his daughter that she was safe and welcome. He paused, turning his head to look at the two boys. Azael looked like his grandfather in a way. Timber in coloring and markings, with a blaze streaking up from his jowls and nose to his brow. Raziel was like their mother, but with Saraks coloring instead of the auburn coloring of his mother. Raziels eyes were a near match to Saraks own in color, while Azael was a boy of bi color; one blue, one amber. Sarak gave the boys a smile of encouragement. Thus far, he was following instinct, and it led him south, toward Erani and her family. Perhaps Surreal had rebuilt the pack, as she had planned. Even if she hadn?t, the small group was a safe place, where the boys would be well cared for and watched over, and he would have time for them to better get to know their father. ?We?re almost there, boys.? His low voice was soft enough to carry to the boys but no further. Turning to face back toward the south, he continued onward until, at last, he found what he sought. Ahead, the boughs of the willows swayed in the wind. Even from here, he could smell the familiar scents of Erani and Surreal, Alsander, and even Cael and Imena, and Deviant. There were extra scents, too. They must have found several Valhallan remnants. Sarak padded forward until he was flush with the outer fronds of the willows and tipped his head back, taking a deep breath. It had taken a while to find them; Erani and Surreal must have been staying here and travelling out hardly at all. Their scents were condensed here. ?We?re here, boys. Sorry it took so long to find them.? He lifted his head a little higher and let out a low howl. |