October 09, 2015, 10:05 AM
[oos]Sorry this took so long for me to reply.. Sick. :c been knocked flat since Monday.[/ooc]
He was not keen on spending much time away from his territory, but just because his family was mid-crisis did not mean that potential threats would keep themselves at bay in the interim of the Grove wolves trying to adjust to their new lives.
It was with this thought that the cinnamon wolf made his way to the Marsh, though the wetlands itself was rather unappealing to the wolf. He still missed Nova Peak and it's grand views and the climate -- but he also missed Neverwinter Forest, and the coniferous trees that blanketed it. It would seem to the wolf that he would always pine for something that he did not have -- and perhaps, that was the greatest downfall he had.
But his journey was not one for soul searching -- it was simply to scout the perimeters that remained closer to his home, and ensure nothing seemed too out of place.
Had he known that all he would have found was a sopping wet, silver female, he might have reconsidered his trip. His strong suit had never been recruiting, and she posed little threat. Still, as his gaze swept over her, he found himself trailing closer, having missed the episode of her falling in to the murky waters of the wetlands. His own paws squished against the wetter grounds, and dipping his muzzle down in neutrality, the male uttered a low bark to gain her attention. "Passing by?"
He was not keen on spending much time away from his territory, but just because his family was mid-crisis did not mean that potential threats would keep themselves at bay in the interim of the Grove wolves trying to adjust to their new lives.
It was with this thought that the cinnamon wolf made his way to the Marsh, though the wetlands itself was rather unappealing to the wolf. He still missed Nova Peak and it's grand views and the climate -- but he also missed Neverwinter Forest, and the coniferous trees that blanketed it. It would seem to the wolf that he would always pine for something that he did not have -- and perhaps, that was the greatest downfall he had.
But his journey was not one for soul searching -- it was simply to scout the perimeters that remained closer to his home, and ensure nothing seemed too out of place.
Had he known that all he would have found was a sopping wet, silver female, he might have reconsidered his trip. His strong suit had never been recruiting, and she posed little threat. Still, as his gaze swept over her, he found himself trailing closer, having missed the episode of her falling in to the murky waters of the wetlands. His own paws squished against the wetter grounds, and dipping his muzzle down in neutrality, the male uttered a low bark to gain her attention. "Passing by?"
he came and stole the wild
a crime so old as the sky and bone
a crime so old as the sky and bone
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