December 07, 2016, 10:36 PM
Had he knew about the philosophy of the pack, or who they harbored inside, he might have turned away. But here he was, at the edge of the fortress-like forest. Athan's head tipped back, trying to find the top of the trees. A branch fell, clattering against the sturdier branches before falling on the ground. The strigoi backed up, squinting against the dust tossed up from the ground.
It was a dangerous prospect, living under such behemoths, especially with the thought of a large enough branch collapsing down on your head. But it was a prospect he could take to weather against the winter. His head tipped back, calling for their málóid banríon, @Deirdre.
It was a dangerous prospect, living under such behemoths, especially with the thought of a large enough branch collapsing down on your head. But it was a prospect he could take to weather against the winter. His head tipped back, calling for their málóid banríon, @Deirdre.