Familiar Visage
The young males ears twitched upon hearing the voice of someone quite well known. For all of three seconds he'd thought himself imagining or remembering himself back home. However the scent of one Massacre du Cheval whispered by his nose and he just knew she was truly there. With his tail wagging so furiously with joy behind him, snow shifted and flew up before being whirled away by the wind. "Massacre!" He ran up to greet her, "What are you doing here?" For a brief moment he dreaded her answer, but she appeared happy, so surely nothing bad had happened to their pack-lands. He hoped anyway that all was well. Yet there she was before him, not so easily explained away. Still, he knew Massacre to have her own way about things. Out of their entire families, she was one of only two living prophets. The other his great-granddam, Angel Kringle nee Heart. As far as they all knew, they were not related by blood. Not yet anyway. His sister, Tanakanakas' young and Massacres' brother Karnages' young would share both ties with the Kringles and the du Chevals. |