Saena couldn't remember the last time she'd travelled as much with the intent of finding other wolves. She was somewhat loathe to leave her vale, but Warbone was even moreso, and she could leave it in his capable paws while she ranged out in search of those who heard the wild like they did. The animal in her, newly awakened, was determined to make the vale fully theirs, but formidable as they were, she and Warbone couldn't hold it alone.
Her search took her up into the mountains overlooking the flatlands. The glint of the Whitefish caught her eyes as she jogged across the rolling top of the expansive Sheepeater Cliffs. The namesake bighorns dotted the sheer cliffs, well out of her reach, and she mostly ignored them. Should they cross over to the vale side of the mountains, they would serve as a healthy food source for a pack, but here they were too far away and too dangerous to pursue. She swung her head low and drew in a deep breath, seeking the recent scent of wolves, but she didn't detect anything noteworthy here. Shaking her head lightly, Saena pressed on further along the cliff.
Her search took her up into the mountains overlooking the flatlands. The glint of the Whitefish caught her eyes as she jogged across the rolling top of the expansive Sheepeater Cliffs. The namesake bighorns dotted the sheer cliffs, well out of her reach, and she mostly ignored them. Should they cross over to the vale side of the mountains, they would serve as a healthy food source for a pack, but here they were too far away and too dangerous to pursue. She swung her head low and drew in a deep breath, seeking the recent scent of wolves, but she didn't detect anything noteworthy here. Shaking her head lightly, Saena pressed on further along the cliff.
October 15, 2016, 06:09 PM
Following his little adventure with the chipmunk wolf, Brontide moved away from the beach, stopping to roll in the grasses to try and rid himself of the itch the seawater and sand left on his skin. What he needed to do was find some good freshwater to get the salt off his fur, but it wasn't terribly important. His fur hang in clumps along his underside and along the back of his legs, but it was tolerable enough for now.
He picked his way along the terrain carefully, not used to being so close to the cliff, ignoring the sheep in the distance as he'd really rather just stick to his own and not lose his balance. This terrain was new and unusual to him and he didn't like it, and found it made him feel awkward and fumbly. He kept his head down as he moved along to help himself find the best footing as he grimaced lightly and told himself to move toward the flatlands where he'd be more comfortable.
He picked his way along the terrain carefully, not used to being so close to the cliff, ignoring the sheep in the distance as he'd really rather just stick to his own and not lose his balance. This terrain was new and unusual to him and he didn't like it, and found it made him feel awkward and fumbly. He kept his head down as he moved along to help himself find the best footing as he grimaced lightly and told himself to move toward the flatlands where he'd be more comfortable.
October 17, 2016, 02:12 PM
For a while, Saena plodded along with her head low to the ground and her nares flaring intermittently to take in residual scents. For a while, Brontide was unnoticed. It was the gentle clatter of pebbles falling from the cliff edge that alerted her to him. Her ears scooped forward and she lifted her head until it lay level with her shoulders, and her expression was pensive as she regarded the distant man. As he drew closer, she picked up on more and more details, until finally her snout rumpled with displeasure.
The glint of golden eyes gave away that Brontide wasn't Reek, but everything else about him was nearly identical, down to the premature greying that hugged his snout and cheeks and the sunken eyes. Saena's posture grew more rigid by the second, until the tension manifested as a neatly contained quiver. She knew it wasn't him, but Saena couldn't help it; the hatred and mistrust projected so easily, and paranoia whispered that there was a slim possibility they were even related. She didn't want to think on that and what it would mean, for this wolf was too old to be the Tam that Stark had spoken of, as well.
Before she could help it or compose herself, a low rumble closed the distance between them, and should Brontide look up, it would be to see hard, cold blue eyes staring directly at him.
The glint of golden eyes gave away that Brontide wasn't Reek, but everything else about him was nearly identical, down to the premature greying that hugged his snout and cheeks and the sunken eyes. Saena's posture grew more rigid by the second, until the tension manifested as a neatly contained quiver. She knew it wasn't him, but Saena couldn't help it; the hatred and mistrust projected so easily, and paranoia whispered that there was a slim possibility they were even related. She didn't want to think on that and what it would mean, for this wolf was too old to be the Tam that Stark had spoken of, as well.
Before she could help it or compose herself, a low rumble closed the distance between them, and should Brontide look up, it would be to see hard, cold blue eyes staring directly at him.
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