Seabound and Aimless at Best

Bounding over a fallen log Dómarki trekked deeper into the moor. The early autumn sun was laying low on the horizon, making way for the moon and the coming of night. Something about the atmosphere had filled him with restless energy and so he was on patrol… well sort of. He didn't really feel like walking around the wall so he stuck further in the territory, just taking it in as he debated what to do with his energy. He supposed he could hunt for herbs but with him lacking so much in knowledge there was a good chance he'd put something poisonous in his mouth. He could only imagine what Paladin would have to say when he came crawling back vomiting up who knew what.

Celestial was humming along per usual though it had been quieter than he'd expected and some wolves he was used to seeing he hadn't seen in awhile. Where had Acapella gotten to? He had been wanting to see the blind woman again though… he also didn't want to see her either. He wasn't entirely sure what to say and part of him felt like he'd let her down in the raid. Sure, they weren't super close but he was supposed to be a defender of the pack, fighting so that others didn't get hurt. He'd dallied to long in sizing up the attacking force and found himself in a fight before he could choose one for himself. Ack… it was the past though. What good was there worrying about it?

He licked his lips trying to clean the blood from his maw. His eyes looked down at the boar piglet he managed to get. He was passing through with his family and Lais had managed by great luck to cut him from the others and take him down without the mother returning to defend him. Although he was getting a headache from the squealing the squirmy thing made. The silence that surrounded him now that it was dead was relieving. Picking up the fat piglet in his mouth he turned himself and headed towards the Alcove. Another kill to drop off, for anyone who was hungry, he himself was okay for now. Maybe even his niece would be hungry and want the pig, he had yet to sped any time with her, but he knew she was busy being trained and didn't want to interfere with his brother's training. Soon though a figure appeared up ahead and he noticed which member of the pack it was. It was the young healer Domari and he grinned behind the dead piglet. His tail wagged before approaching Dom and placing the piglet on the ground. "Hey Dom what are you up to?" he asked. "Talk" "You" Think

Seabound and Aimless at Best

A startled bird flew out of the brush causing Dómari to jump for a minute. He supposed certain species were preparing to bed down for the night. As he moved he caught the scent of blood and froze, carefully calculating the scent's origin. When he'd pinpointed it he started heading for it only to see Laisrén heading right for him with a dead piglet in his mouth. Dómari was well fed but he had to agree that the piglet looked very tasty. "Hey Laisrén! I was just patrolling the moor. Trying to work off some energy, I've been pretty restless lately." He'd had a lot on his mind and some thoughts were more difficult to sort out than others. Rolling his shoulders forward he stretched a little. "What about you? Say, you wouldn't be interested in doing some training together would you? I've been meaning to either work on my fighting skills or seeing if I can find some useful herbs."