for til cok !!

Akira · May 01, 2019, 06:44 AM

It is already too late to swim when the water reaches your lips.

She had never known anything could be wrong, but as the scent of blood tinged the air, it was clear the drama attempting to unfold, today. Swiftly she gathered her limbs beneath her and took off for the blood, knowing full well prey so iron-strong could not be within the Rift’s borders. It was marked heavily, and blood that heavily scented was predator, not prey. It was not cougar wandering season as of yet, and the most eerie piece of all was the silence. Not even Jilpa, her Shrike companion, chirped a word as he watched from the treeline above, overseeing her travels. She could fault him- something in her did not wish to get involved, yet she had sworn herself to the pack, to Ford, himself. She would not forsake her duty.

Arriving where the wind had thrown the scent the strongest, she was concerned as to why she could smell Ford here, yet not see him in this pasturespance without blood being intertwined with his cologne-

was he who was hurt?

A russet member of the pack, his sigil Ford’s musk as well, stood calling for the massive wolf rather than actively moving. Without a single strain, Akira felt herself reverting into her own old life, running search parties and heading the smaller packs to seek out whomever they were sent to find. Rescue, or scouting. Either called for the same discipline.

”You, with me. We need to stick northwest - the trail blows strongest from that direction.” With that, the petite woman marched with the grace of a heron’s flight further off towards the woods, snout down and eyes up, searching for more clues. It was not long before she crossed yet another sign of dragging, yet she could not pinpoint the other scents intermingled with Fords own. It was a mystery she was not willing to unravel; the warrioress simply wanted to find her Emperor.

Between a set if even more scaggly timbers, more signs of and scents, and even a massive paw print pair-

“Did he walk from here? Why did he not simply come home?...”

The ivory cream sapphire was clearly having a hard thought at this predicament- if @Ford was ailing, would he not return for treatment?

Not all birds have been taught to fly. Some simply fall until they either learn, or perish.