long, hot summer
03-03-2015, 07:33 PM
Large alabaster paws carried the tall boy easily over the knolls, the hot summer sun beating down on his dark streaked back. Though he'd been born and raised in the South and had no difficulty adjusting to the warmer temperatures of the summer he still had to admit that the heat liked to get to him. He'd found himself spending much more time in the range though it still made him uncomfortable because of the home it used to be. The shade was to much temptation to resist though and it seemed there was much better water sources than these knolls.
His nose would seek out the scent of fresh water as he loped over the terrain. He knew his home rather well, usually there was a nice pool of water up ahead after the rain that had fallen. Before he even topped the knoll however the sound of a voice would reach his ears, perking Revenge would curiously find his way into view of the other wolf. He knew his name, Kyarst. He'd been assigned to watch the borders while Imperium waged war. The thought of his sister out there risking her life was enough to turn his stomach so the young Destruction shook his head of the thoughts.
With a rather neutral expression Revenge would greet his pack mate, "Greetings," His voice was deep, but held a quiet tone. He'd come forward unabashed, his bright yellow gaze taking in the sad puddle the warrior had just drained. He was reminded of his parched throat but he would make no complaint. "Trying to stay cool too?" He'd ask as his features would turn back to the slightly shorter wolf.
His nose would seek out the scent of fresh water as he loped over the terrain. He knew his home rather well, usually there was a nice pool of water up ahead after the rain that had fallen. Before he even topped the knoll however the sound of a voice would reach his ears, perking Revenge would curiously find his way into view of the other wolf. He knew his name, Kyarst. He'd been assigned to watch the borders while Imperium waged war. The thought of his sister out there risking her life was enough to turn his stomach so the young Destruction shook his head of the thoughts.
With a rather neutral expression Revenge would greet his pack mate, "Greetings," His voice was deep, but held a quiet tone. He'd come forward unabashed, his bright yellow gaze taking in the sad puddle the warrior had just drained. He was reminded of his parched throat but he would make no complaint. "Trying to stay cool too?" He'd ask as his features would turn back to the slightly shorter wolf.