Bearclaw Valley attacks in the night

«Lawl Lawl Lawl,  I set the same ordeal different time in another thread. xD»




Cry lapped more of the thin freshwater spring that was conveniently near his den he had choose to inhabit. A spacious place, high on a cliff-like location within the border, but far enough away from others members of the pack he strove to be one of. 
So far, so good. 

He stared off the edge, having at the beauty of the Valley in its light of morn. It was incredible. 
Cry terribly missed the the sea, the sounds of the saline liquid crashing into itself, the Bay, owning all in its might. 
However, like all things that came and went in his life, he moved on. And got over it. 

After leaving the low rocky steeps, he began his circuit, positive he had a few hours to go before either of the pups awoke. Farther ahead of him walked a wolf who's pelt he had recognized. 
Raziel. 

A bit of a lope was what the obsidian male took on, and swiftly caught up with his Alpha. On the silver's right flank, he walked. Never overstepping the formation, but stride for stride matched.