The Sunspire learn what it means to live

Had the tawny male paid attention to the details of his heritage, it might not have come surprising to him that his love of mountains had perhaps come from his grandmother’s settlement upon Nova Mountain in a land called the Salvajes. Allure DeMonte hadn’t been a creature of grace, but determination and stubbornness had kept her upon those aching heights, and now, despite his birth within a pack that had claimed a forest, Scimitar moved nimbly upon dancing paws – allowing the grace of his lineage to reveal itself in the form of brawny muscles, thick fur and gleaming aqua eyes.


Rapier Frostfur had raised him to be a man of battle – yet at the tender age of two, Scimitar had decidedly left the helm of Dal Riata, seeking a life he could make of his own. Some would call it the DeMonte wanderlust. He would describe it as a much needed change.


So he ascended the mountains upon the beautiful yet slightly crisp autumn day. The wind played with the darkness of his pelt, while ruffling the sparse bits of near ivory. Had he been a true specimen of his ancestors, the warrior would have held a pelt of deep ebony – untainted by the brighter golden hues. Yet his father’s lineage was clearly upon him as well, and in turn, out of his littermates, he appeared the most to look like the man he had never met.


While his paws were quick, the wind that picked up was more so, and the scent of another came to him. He blinked his bright eyes, glancing around the slopes of the mountain as he attempted to decipher the direction of the female that was seemingly very near him. Without hesitation, the Frostfur shifted his direction eastward, his pace quickening before he caught view of the other presence.


Her pelt was agouti in coloration – nothing unremarkable about it, though his eyes briefly met the darker course of fur that trailed the length of her spine. Offering a low bark to command her attention to him, the wolf offered a small smirk before he stopped, leaving the space between them as a buffer, in case she was absolutely insane. “Hey. Sorry for the intrusion, but can you tell me where I am?”