Night had fallen over the Teekon Wilds and Semet, camouflaged by the cover of velveteen darkness did what he did best: scouted. He had yet to make direct contact with The Commander but there was still so much he did not know about these Wilds and for now he was contented to explore, investigate and map. Gavriel, too, whose trail he had followed to these Wilds, setting off separate from the trio as they left Seageda, Semet had yet to make contact with too. Semet did not worry too much about his childhood friend: Gavriel had a mission and Semet had his own. Semet had to establish himself and learn the terrain of these Wilds in order to be as effective to Heda as he'd been in Seageda. This often left him isolated from the pack often, out on missions for hunts, scavenging and gathering intel on nearby packs.
His sleek charcoal and gray body moved easily and with stealthy purpose through the valley, pausing every so often to lower his nose to the ground and sniff at the earth. He'd came across a pile of aging feces — a pile too big to belong to a wolf — and thus determined that there was a small herd of Elk likely nearby. He spent a moment to study the crisscrossing hoof tracks before his fiery red-orange gaze rose to the territory in the distance determining that it was the way the herd had traveled, heading north. He did not track further for several reasons, but tucked the knowledge of it's existence and lingering close by into the back of his mind for future reference.
South of him he caught the whiff of a pack's scent carried upon the breeze and was careful to avoid straying too close. He was a warrior but he also desired peace and where Heda stood with these wolves so close to her Drageda was not any of his business. He wasn't a politician, no where near a Second so Semet did not focus upon any sort of diplomacy. He did not approach their borders, but he spent a few moments studying the territory they claimed before he deigned to head back up into the northern reaches of Sunset Valley.
His sleek charcoal and gray body moved easily and with stealthy purpose through the valley, pausing every so often to lower his nose to the ground and sniff at the earth. He'd came across a pile of aging feces — a pile too big to belong to a wolf — and thus determined that there was a small herd of Elk likely nearby. He spent a moment to study the crisscrossing hoof tracks before his fiery red-orange gaze rose to the territory in the distance determining that it was the way the herd had traveled, heading north. He did not track further for several reasons, but tucked the knowledge of it's existence and lingering close by into the back of his mind for future reference.
South of him he caught the whiff of a pack's scent carried upon the breeze and was careful to avoid straying too close. He was a warrior but he also desired peace and where Heda stood with these wolves so close to her Drageda was not any of his business. He wasn't a politician, no where near a Second so Semet did not focus upon any sort of diplomacy. He did not approach their borders, but he spent a few moments studying the territory they claimed before he deigned to head back up into the northern reaches of Sunset Valley.
The Fear by Takida
VI
Maybe The Rain Is Our Tears During Our Cloudiest Hours, & The Thunder and Lightning Are Sounds Of Our Hearts Breaking.
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Ooc — Raven Marie
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April 23, 2016, 05:32 PM
Zephyr was doing what Zephyr did best: Adventure. The massive ebony male trotted quietly through the dead of night, sniffing around. If he ever wanted to rule again, his first order of business was to scout out a home. Second should be finding wolves to befriend and trust in him to lead, and to follow. If not then, well, friends would be just as important whether they followed him as an alpha or not. He liked the territory of Seadog already, but he knew he would soon be unable to FOLLOW anymore. A scent of a male drew him in one direction, grassy eyes friendly and tail wagging as he chuffed out a greeting into the darkness and then listening for a reaction. A friend, perhaps, or an enemy?
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