The Sunspire Progressive Leaps

Set before Silas joins NSV

Step after step, Silas dragged his body through the rugged terrain. Despite lapping up some water at a pond on the northern reaches of the mountain range, he was dehydrated. The pads of his paws were cracked and worn from his lengthy travel, and his morale was low. But despite how worn down he might have been emotionally or physically, it was the hunger that really got to him. It radiated painfully from his stomach, ravaging his chest and limbs with a queer form of adrenaline.

He left the nostalgic embrace of the mountain range in search of the prey-enriched flat lands below. Each paw step that he made felt insecure and restrictive, as if he was just an automaton with no flow of consciousness dictating his movements. However, even if there was thought control over his movements, his mind was blissfully blank. He did as his body told him to do, which is why he didn't even register why his muzzle was opening for a low, gruff, bark.

He tossed his head back and forth, trying to align his actions with a motive, and dimly came to the realization that there was a fading howl in the skies. His ear swiveled at the acknowledgment, attempting to kickstart his brain into some sort of efficiency at processing what that howl even meant. Food, hunger, a hunt. He could almost feel the cogs of his brain clicking sluggishly together, rebooting a computer into motion.

Silas responded, albeit slowly, and began to take his course the way of the invitation. There was two of them when he entered their domain. One of them was a girl colored gold and pure and almost disdainful. But where her disdain left off, the other picked it up. Although he was as tall as Silas, the male was bulkier and oozed of unbridled anger and scorn.

Silas gulped hard, wondering if he wasn't the prey himself. "Hello..." He voiced cautiously, his amber eyes darting from one figure to the other.