slid yourself on over
04-05-2013, 05:48 PM
A howl rang out. Standing along the beach and staring out at the waves, the King almost missed it for his musings. It finally broke through his subconscious and he recognized it as one he had heard only once. It was a member, but what was his name? It was the quiet one, the one who'd been vastly under the radar since he'd joined. Cynrik, that was it. Shifting his weight he would allow his body to shake off any debris that might cling to his frame before he pivoted and headed toward the man who'd called. Curiosity reigned supreme among his emotions, as he was certain it had to be something important for the otherwise anonymous wolf to call for him. What could it be? A sigh was given as he drew himself up to his King-like height and stature, and arrived on the scene. It was indeed Cynrik, sitting in the middle of the packland - ironically in the exact place the King had held their founding meeting. Gerhardt took no offense to this, but did note it as a curious detail. "Ah, Cynrik. It is good to see you," All pleasantries set aside, the King was grateful to see the man sitting here. For a while he had wondered if Cynrik had left them, just as Ghost so recently had. "Can I help you with something?" There had to be a motive behind the sudden urge for the King's presence, and Gerhardt was eager to know what it was. Rocking back onto his haunches, he reclined and allowed his tail to curl around his hips. Ears would relax to a more comfortable position as he peered at his Count, one of the original Counts of Seracia. "speeeeech" |