[AW] Sam's Town
He could remember running. He couldn’t remember what he was running from but whatever it was he knew it would hurt him and not in the familiar, burning pin of flesh wounds. No, whatever he was evading carried a pain that he knew he would never recover from, a pain that would render him helpless for an unforeseen amount of time until he simply couldn’t function anymore. It was the pain that put the fear of god in the hearts of every warrior, a pain that couldn’t be mended. The raw pain of emotional loss, of heartache, and of grief. That was why he ran.
He awoke to the sound of strange birds chirping, and insects buzzing amidst a choir of bull frogs. How he had come to the pond was a mystery although in the faint recesses of his mind he could remember the stinging burn of exhaustion on his legs the day before. He stretched out his paws in front of him, letting his joints pop and snap as he worked the sleep from his body. He still smelled faintly of brine and fish, although he had spent a good portion of the previous day following the river and had even stopped once to wash himself since coming ashore. He drank from the pond and shook out his fur, a hungry yawn climbing from his jaws as he did. Since arriving in this strange new place he hadn’t seen hide or hair of another wolf and for a moment he began to wonder if this place had met a similar fate as his previous home; slowly abandoned and left to rot by vagrants until nothing remained. “No” He assured himself, the scent of wolf was far too strong and far too prevalent to be abandoned. Rather than wait to be met he tossed back his head and howled a deep, low moan, calling for anyone nearby to make themselves known
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Faite had found herself growing bored within the confines of her borders. Lirim was quiet and Faite was content to let it be so for a little while longer. There was no exciting or new information to share as of yet and she wanted to ensure that her members were settling in before she bothered them to kick their asses into gear. She wanted the pack to be productive - both within the borders and with other packs, but she knew patience was the key. She wanted everyone to get to know each other before she started pushing for everyone to work together to help grow as a pack. At first she'd been reluctant to leave her family as well. Her kids were over a season old now and Zell was a more than capable parent. While she didn't want to be that mother that wasn't around her children at all, she also didn't want to deny herself of her old ways. She missed exploring and going on the adventures she used to and she knew she couldn't let her children or her pack hold her back from that. After all, she'd already made it known that her pack wasn't there to hold anyone back. It was meant to help others grow and pursue new things. She wouldn't be setting a good example if she didn't follow that belief. Granted, going only one territory over wasn't exactly her idea of an adventure, but it'd been a while since she'd been to the place. With spring in full bloom everything was green and alive once more and the prey had already begun to make a swift recovery. She'd already spotted a few hinds with their fawns in her own territory which was a refreshing change from the bleak winter they'd had. The entire past year had been rough and it seemed as though she'd created her pack at just the right time. She wasn't sure how such a new pack would handle situations like the year before. Her walk had been quiet for the most part until a howl rose up from ahead of her. Ears pricked forward curiously. She hadn't exactly been expecting to find company, but she wasn't opposed to the idea either. She followed the direction of the sound towards which led her to a pond. She steered clear of it and soon spotted the wolf who had let out the call. She scanned him over for a brief moment, focusing on the interesting markings, before smiling and coming to a halt a respectful distance away. "Looking for anyone in particular?" Walk, "Talk" Think |
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He smiled at her as she approached and tipped his head cordially in greeting. “No one in particular, no.” He said, his voice a low rumble like a distant thunderstorm. “I’ve only recently come to this place, so far you’re the first wolf I’ve seen.” He looked her over briefly and felt a visceral lust rush through him before it quickly faded away. She was quite beautiful, and carried herself with an authority he recognized as being dominant, he kept his head at the neutral length of his body, not submissive but not daring to stand over her and claim dominance. Females with power were unfamiliar to him, but the faes of Clout Rube’s army were preferred to be strong, to breed strong pups. This female however, despite her obvious confidence and authority lacked the bulk and thick legs indicative of what was considered strong in the mad king’s army. She was slight and lean, looking more like a fox or a deer than the hulking wolves of his home. “More like Cricket?” He thought to himself, and while the comparison stung it was in fact accurate. “Would you be so kind as to tell me where I am?” He asked, his eyes never quite meeting hers for more than an instant. Speech |
The male seemed instantly friendly as he smiled at her and dipped his head in a respectful manner. She offered him the same inclination of her head, finding it only fair, before her ears flicked forward as he responded to her question. She honestly wasn't very surprised by his response - he wasn't the first foreigner she'd come across and honestly he seemed a little out of place. The fact he'd called out, without even knowing who he was calling for, was about the only truly intriguing thing about him. She'd met some friendly loners, but not many who would invite just about anyone over. "We're in the western region of Boreas. This area is known as the whistling willows." Her present company was calm, he seemed so at least, so Faite found it easy to relax in his presence. She let her haunches sink to the moist earth as she studied him for a moment. She'd noticed how his eyes would drift up towards hers occasionally, but he never held the gaze. She didn't find it overly concerning, but she was used to eye contact. Had she been questioning him she probably would have assumed him a liar, but then again he wasn't being interrogated. "Do you mind if I ask how you got here?" Walk, "Talk" Think |
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