When that unfamiliar call raised up, Echelon could not ascertain from where it came. From where she had stood, that very call echoed wildly from the walls of the basin bowl of the Spine. Or at least that was how it seemed, for however minute it may have been. It set her into motion but only for a short distance; her own attack, her march yet again into some unknown fray was forced to be held back by the summoning call of Tonravik.
Hotly, Echelon huffed to herself as she abruptly changed course. She doubted the likelihood that she was the only one who found themselves being called off like some modern hellhound. By the time she reached what was the beginnings of a head count, that emotion had been voided from her mind. She moved sternly, perhaps evenly too proud past the gathered Kroc and Ivitaruk only to spare time with a faint wave of her tail. Echelon had no qualms about saying her spot was closest to Tonravik and nothing short of a stringy snake, she delved into submission within a radius that brought her to rest near to her aokkatti.
Though her gaze swung out to face the other two, it went beyond them to the woodlands and ridges that she could not see. Waiting for the others to come and amass, to swallow their disappointment with their leader and accept what the better odds were. To see the benefits that would surely outweigh the misfortune that would lie elsewhere. They were strong, this core here. And even more curiously so, she stole away an interested look to Tonravik and wondered what their plan would be after this.
Hotly, Echelon huffed to herself as she abruptly changed course. She doubted the likelihood that she was the only one who found themselves being called off like some modern hellhound. By the time she reached what was the beginnings of a head count, that emotion had been voided from her mind. She moved sternly, perhaps evenly too proud past the gathered Kroc and Ivitaruk only to spare time with a faint wave of her tail. Echelon had no qualms about saying her spot was closest to Tonravik and nothing short of a stringy snake, she delved into submission within a radius that brought her to rest near to her aokkatti.
Though her gaze swung out to face the other two, it went beyond them to the woodlands and ridges that she could not see. Waiting for the others to come and amass, to swallow their disappointment with their leader and accept what the better odds were. To see the benefits that would surely outweigh the misfortune that would lie elsewhere. They were strong, this core here. And even more curiously so, she stole away an interested look to Tonravik and wondered what their plan would be after this.
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I have not winced nor cried aloud - by Tonravik - April 27, 2015, 11:55 PM
RE: I have not winced nor cried aloud - by Ivitaruk - April 28, 2015, 06:00 AM
RE: I have not winced nor cried aloud - by Nanuk - April 28, 2015, 06:52 AM
RE: I have not winced nor cried aloud - by Echelon - April 29, 2015, 03:25 AM
RE: I have not winced nor cried aloud - by Loreley - April 29, 2015, 09:59 PM
RE: I have not winced nor cried aloud - by Sinaaq - May 03, 2015, 05:38 AM