Guilty feet have got no rhythm
11-07-2014, 05:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-07-2014, 05:35 AM by Crucifix.)
Things had begun to pick up in Solstice, and he knew it was all down to his newest recruit. Qanik was older and wiser then most others that lived in Solstice, and her knowledge was clear in her actions as she went about the tasks that Crucifix had set her. He arrived back in pack lands long before she did, his task had been simpler and he had but only one pack to visit, far fewer then the unknown number of new packs he had set his new Beta. The knowledge that at last they where getting somewhere would put Cru in a brighter mood as he started his rounds on the border markings of his pack, checking for scents and renewing the tell-tale scent of Solstice that marked this land as theirs. Large predators weren't something the pack normally had to worry about, so the scent of Panther was nearly unrecognisable to him, he hadn't scented such a thing in a long time, however the smell of a predator was a part of it that could not be ignored. Fearing suddenly the many lives of pups that resided in his borders he set after the scent at a near run. He would stumble across the form of the black being, slowing as he neared it. He tensed, ready to call for his pack if the intruder showed evil intent. Instead it would turn its head to look at him without rising from its seat. ?What brings you to Solstice's borders?? he asked cautiously. |
