Silent of gusts

*Gale* · 04-09-2015, 01:40 PM

Walk | Talk | Think

Settling into pack life was a little different than simply living with her family on the beach. Before her time had basically been her own and Gale had been free to come and go as she pleased, hunting only when she needed it and never worrying about who might be treading close to their piece of shoreline. If anything, she had been curious and friendly toward the investigative natives and never took their encroachment as a threat. Now, however, with their family established as its own pack, their borders were not so lenient - as had been proven once already by Serefina - and the responsibility on each of them had grown considerably.

It felt a bit stifling at times, especially when she felt the need to chase the wind and follow it wherever it past beyond the borders of Donostrea, but Gale was slowly finding her rhythm. She still needed to spend more time with their designated lifeguard to learn a little more about the ocean and potentially how to gather food from it, just to help out there, but for the most part she focused on her messenger skills. In her eyes, it focused most on being able to travel potentially long distances to get to her destination, and so she had taken to running the borders when she felt the itch to move and feel the wind run with her. It was good exercise and managed to lift her spirits, and making sure things looked safe along the way made her feel productive since she was doing something to contribute to the pack.

Only there seemed to be more to it than she had realized. It did not cross her mind as she heard her brother's call that stopped her from running to pause and listen, but as she changed course and traveled toward him and onto the beach proper she realized something was up. Her grey-green eyes stared in puzzlement at the state of the beach, littered with brittle branches and leaves and a whole mess of obstacles. Dancing on her lavender paws as she looked it over, Gale's brows furrowed and she lifted her gaze to cast a questioning glance at the yellow-marked wolf seated happily upon his perch, a wry grin spreading over her face. What was he up to? "Are you taking up mazes now, Flash?" she asked, the teasing quality of her tone undercut with something like sincere curiosity. This orderly mess hardly seemed like something that had happened on its own while she had been away, so he must have had a hand it. But whatever its purpose, she had yet to figure out. Carefully Gale began to make her way toward him, proceeding slowly so as not to mess up what he had created.

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