Ankyra Sound The search for new purpose (Nakai's Introduction)

[size=medium]Winter was still all around, though temperature was far milder here, so much further south than Nakai had ever thought he would wander, though it was embedded in the very meaning of his name. And despite his thick, grey coat of fur that protected him from even the harshest bite of frost in his native northern lands, he was not oblivious to winter's effect on the world around him. His paws left deep indents in the soft, wet snow that seemed on the edge of retreat, winter's end so close in time. He had wandered for months, his only companion being solitude as he made his descent through the mountain ridge that had led him here. Others of his kind had been few and far between, all searching, like himself for something to give their pitiful existence meaning. So far, he had found none. Nakai halted and his watchful blue eyes scanned the area while he sniffed the air, ears standing to attention. There was a salty smell in the air, mingled with the scent he had been tracking for days. The scent of his kind. He eagerly pushed forward again, hope fluttering in his proud chest, that this time, he was in luck.
Nakai had never been without purpose. Whether it was the safe-keeping of his sisters, the teaching of his much younger siblings or the defending of the pack at the order of his alpha - he had always had purpose, a role to play in something much bigger than his own self. And it had been all he could ever ask for. His lack of vanity and ambition made him the ideal enforcer, a soldier to be commanded - and he was proud of it.
But now, hundreds of miles from his past life, solitary and without a home, he was growing increasingly weary by the minute. His descent from the ridge down onto the flat land where he could smell and see the ocean had been tiring, though being the fully grown male that he was, he would not complain. One paw at a time, he wandered on, the salt in the air like a siren-call to the male, a promise of new purpose in servitude that he so dearly hoped would be fulfilled. He stretched out his long limbs and tense shoulders, his thick grey coat rippling as he did so, before he picked up the pace and broke into a leisurely run across the flat landscape before his eyes.[/size]




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