It's a Dog Eat Dog World
01-18-2018, 12:46 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-18-2018, 12:47 AM by Zell.)
Kairi had gone off to do her little...treasure hunting again. So Zell took the opportunity to relax a little on the shore of the river. The sand felt good and warm against his fur. Blue eyes gazed over the scenery, noticing that the valley was turning back to its lush green hue now that winter had left. He did find patches of slush here and there, but it was all melting quickly and the river was happily flowing with the snow that had melted into it. Today would be a relaxing day, hopefully. With Kairi out of his fur for a bit, he could probably try to enjoy his day. But even then, he couldn't stop the creeping thoughts that bothered him so much. There was that scent of the french girl that he kept crossing, and he knew that if it was true...it wasn't from anyone in Lirim that would be the sire. He knew that she had gone and gotten into trouble again, how else would her scent change like that? Unless the whole stork story was true, but he was too old to know that was nothing but a fairy tale. Huffing, he tried to push it out of his mind. He wasn't her babysitter, it was Faite's problem...she was the one that had adopted the strange foreign girl. But with her being a part of the pack, whatever she did was the packs problem...whatever. Flopping onto his side, he closed his eyes and tried to push it all out of his mind for now. |
03-04-2018, 07:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-23-2021, 05:32 PM by Torin.)
Torin had a lot on his mind. Jewell's pregnancy weighed heavy and he was suddenly unsure that the pack was a safe enough place for the soon to be born children. As he caught the scent of his father, his stomach flipped. In truth Torin has known he'd need to speak to his father soon, he'd simply been uncomfortable with the knowledge of what he'd need confront Zell with.
Sighing the young Adravendi followed Zell's scent, stopping some ways away, his ears twitching back slightly and his tail wagging weakly. He did his best to keep his unease from his face or his frame though he wasn't sure just how successful he'd been. "Dad." He rumbled softly, it felt weird; he couldn't remember the last time he'd spoken to his father alone. Some part of him wanted to run up an embrace the man, but the part of him that had grown protective of his sister over the last few moons resented that very notion.
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