woops posted after Fal xD I will add her into this post-
The rustle of pine needles across the hard-packed dirt, echoed by the soft chirp of a sparrow, or a sparse hoot of a mourning dove. Small droplets of rain fell here and there through the tree branches, dripping down as if they were crystals grown on the pinecones. Sometimes they would fall into his pelt, sharp little pricks upon his skin, and other times they would roll languorously down fallen branches on the ground.
It was a comfortable stroll, sides the droplets, that made Dovev seem a bit relaxed. He had finally come down from his exploration of the high terrain and now was perusing the forests that line Swiftcurrent's southern border. He would be able to smell the markings soon, and would be enveloped back into the familiar aroma. He had taken a liking to the pack, with its quiet but strong presence in the land. The pack was the mother of three other groups that surrounded the creek like a satellite, even if they weren't always welcome. Dovev could only ponder if the creek would remain the preeminent pack in the northeastern park of the park, or perhaps with the silent cape that had fallen into the territory, they were on the descent.
A clearing had come into view up ahead, and usually the white wolf would've crossed it in a nonchalant manner, keeping up his leisurely pace. But smells had reached his muzzle before he had come to the break in the trees, and he halted. With gunmetal eyes, he spotted a silver-ivory canine standing in front of him, and Dovev's hairs began to bristle. Something past this stranger had caught his attentions, and the arctic male stalked forward, slowly, his head low but his ears quivering. Another creature had appeared, a packmate, and the white wolf circled to her side. A hulking bear had taken up space in the clearing, and although she was facing away, bears were not taken lightly.
You gonna let her go? he rumbled quietly to the stranger, stepping into the clearing with a solid but careful pace. He had no reason to be rude or sharp to this ash male, as they were on neutral ground. Besides, Dovev wanted to be sure that this grizzly wouldn't make a beeline onto creek territory.
The rustle of pine needles across the hard-packed dirt, echoed by the soft chirp of a sparrow, or a sparse hoot of a mourning dove. Small droplets of rain fell here and there through the tree branches, dripping down as if they were crystals grown on the pinecones. Sometimes they would fall into his pelt, sharp little pricks upon his skin, and other times they would roll languorously down fallen branches on the ground.
It was a comfortable stroll, sides the droplets, that made Dovev seem a bit relaxed. He had finally come down from his exploration of the high terrain and now was perusing the forests that line Swiftcurrent's southern border. He would be able to smell the markings soon, and would be enveloped back into the familiar aroma. He had taken a liking to the pack, with its quiet but strong presence in the land. The pack was the mother of three other groups that surrounded the creek like a satellite, even if they weren't always welcome. Dovev could only ponder if the creek would remain the preeminent pack in the northeastern park of the park, or perhaps with the silent cape that had fallen into the territory, they were on the descent.
A clearing had come into view up ahead, and usually the white wolf would've crossed it in a nonchalant manner, keeping up his leisurely pace. But smells had reached his muzzle before he had come to the break in the trees, and he halted. With gunmetal eyes, he spotted a silver-ivory canine standing in front of him, and Dovev's hairs began to bristle. Something past this stranger had caught his attentions, and the arctic male stalked forward, slowly, his head low but his ears quivering. Another creature had appeared, a packmate, and the white wolf circled to her side. A hulking bear had taken up space in the clearing, and although she was facing away, bears were not taken lightly.
You gonna let her go? he rumbled quietly to the stranger, stepping into the clearing with a solid but careful pace. He had no reason to be rude or sharp to this ash male, as they were on neutral ground. Besides, Dovev wanted to be sure that this grizzly wouldn't make a beeline onto creek territory.
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quick silver - by Kierkegaard - October 01, 2014, 03:22 AM
RE: quick silver - by Falwasi - October 01, 2014, 12:51 PM
RE: quick silver - by Dovev - October 01, 2014, 12:52 PM
RE: quick silver - by Kierkegaard - October 02, 2014, 12:25 AM
RE: quick silver - by Falwasi - October 02, 2014, 02:24 PM
RE: quick silver - by Dovev - October 02, 2014, 10:28 PM
RE: quick silver - by Kierkegaard - October 03, 2014, 04:40 PM
RE: quick silver - by Falwasi - October 03, 2014, 05:24 PM
RE: quick silver - by Dovev - October 03, 2014, 06:03 PM
RE: quick silver - by Kierkegaard - October 04, 2014, 04:42 AM
RE: quick silver - by Falwasi - October 04, 2014, 01:05 PM
RE: quick silver - by Dovev - October 05, 2014, 03:02 PM
RE: quick silver - by Kierkegaard - October 07, 2014, 07:29 PM
RE: quick silver - by Falwasi - October 08, 2014, 02:12 AM
RE: quick silver - by Dovev - October 10, 2014, 07:32 PM
RE: quick silver - by Kierkegaard - October 10, 2014, 08:37 PM
RE: quick silver - by Falwasi - October 11, 2014, 01:12 AM
RE: quick silver - by Dovev - October 11, 2014, 12:34 PM