Yesterday, he had gone north. The day before, further south than even Ankyra. Before, wherever else; still no trace of Portia, no earnest trail to act upon, and no answer to his howls. Not here, or there, or anywhere between. He'd truthfully lost track of the days since Sequoia had left anyway, having all of it smear together, torn up, frustrated, grieving, and now just tired. With Heda back, all else, and this too.. fatigue was beginning to not be the word for it anymore.
Still, he was persistent and would go raise calls for her elsewhere once again, after he circled his rounds. He set out towards the east today. The ache in his neck was running deep and he was more exhausted than his every fiber appreciated but before he went too far from Drageda's claims, he raised up a short howl for @Dacio and Opalia both—keen to keep them close, and understanding this was very valuable to them right now too. They could come, or stay, but he wanted them to know above all.
That being said, his progress forward wasn't coming all too fast and he swung wide to avoid the worst of the tangled territory, buying them time if his pups did want to tagalong. When he could, once beyond the forests, he set his sights towards Redtail Rise.
Still, he was persistent and would go raise calls for her elsewhere once again, after he circled his rounds. He set out towards the east today. The ache in his neck was running deep and he was more exhausted than his every fiber appreciated but before he went too far from Drageda's claims, he raised up a short howl for @Dacio and Opalia both—keen to keep them close, and understanding this was very valuable to them right now too. They could come, or stay, but he wanted them to know above all.
That being said, his progress forward wasn't coming all too fast and he swung wide to avoid the worst of the tangled territory, buying them time if his pups did want to tagalong. When he could, once beyond the forests, he set his sights towards Redtail Rise.
December 08, 2018, 09:30 PM
Somehow the wolf had lost track of the herd of elk he had been trailing, but he was not fussed about it. He'd slipped north after them and then deviated to the west, intrigued by the dark cliffs and plateaus on the horizon, and sauntered along as if he had been here before. He had not, of course. This entire realm was new to him, but the wolf was a beast of brimming confidence.
As he crept along the plateau lifted him clear of snow pile after snow pile, until he was a solitary near-white shape flitting beneath clusters of trees. The wolf only stopped once he felt secure within a cluster of these trees, his dull coat turned deep like graphite in the shadows; it wasn't until this moment that he noticed the scent of another canine.
It had been ages since he'd found another wolf, and at first he was thrown by the presence. He was alert and cautious in equal measure, stalking along the rise with his long limbs stiffening with every stride and his tail raised level to his hips, the tip wagging with sharp twitches as he investigated the scent—but the pale wolf did not notice the ginger stranger yet.
As he crept along the plateau lifted him clear of snow pile after snow pile, until he was a solitary near-white shape flitting beneath clusters of trees. The wolf only stopped once he felt secure within a cluster of these trees, his dull coat turned deep like graphite in the shadows; it wasn't until this moment that he noticed the scent of another canine.
It had been ages since he'd found another wolf, and at first he was thrown by the presence. He was alert and cautious in equal measure, stalking along the rise with his long limbs stiffening with every stride and his tail raised level to his hips, the tip wagging with sharp twitches as he investigated the scent—but the pale wolf did not notice the ginger stranger yet.
December 14, 2018, 12:36 AM
A little change of scenery, just because this isn't quite his everyday, and something new to think on, almost makes him forget why he's driven out here to search in the first place. Sirio's leave had been a relief, Dalia's choice had almost been understandable (no matter the heartbreak), Sequoia's abandonment (or did Wildfire charm her off, in a fancy sort of thievery?), and Portia's too now? Far too new, too fresh, and he only wanted distance from it right now for he hated the last one the most. With his tired eyes set dead ahead, his steady trot kept him cover ground, stride after stride.
With time enough, he came to edge the Rise itself, and threaded along more tactfully now that mere distance was no longer the only goal. After a while longer relatively in one relative place skirting the brim, he started to find himself better, and could try to better wear his facade of purposeful strides, when sorrow clawed him apart from the inside out.
However, he forced it along, but he centered himself, somewhat, and trotted slowly towards a scent on the winds that had him curious. He didn't often come out this far, not usually having a need unless it was to guard. For now, he wore his neutrality openly, while he went looking for a route to track that odor that reminded him of nothing in particular.
It was vague enough, but with a little finesse and shifting through the grayness, he could suspect he was getting closer—and a quivering nose testing the winds seemed to agree a bit, though it was spotty coverage on the matter still. Confidence built steadily, too, and his tail rose taller as his stride slowed up further in favor of more investigation yet again. Even searching for what he misplaced, he was still covering ground in the name of Drageda, so should he soon engage, he would serve the part.
With time enough, he came to edge the Rise itself, and threaded along more tactfully now that mere distance was no longer the only goal. After a while longer relatively in one relative place skirting the brim, he started to find himself better, and could try to better wear his facade of purposeful strides, when sorrow clawed him apart from the inside out.
However, he forced it along, but he centered himself, somewhat, and trotted slowly towards a scent on the winds that had him curious. He didn't often come out this far, not usually having a need unless it was to guard. For now, he wore his neutrality openly, while he went looking for a route to track that odor that reminded him of nothing in particular.
It was vague enough, but with a little finesse and shifting through the grayness, he could suspect he was getting closer—and a quivering nose testing the winds seemed to agree a bit, though it was spotty coverage on the matter still. Confidence built steadily, too, and his tail rose taller as his stride slowed up further in favor of more investigation yet again. Even searching for what he misplaced, he was still covering ground in the name of Drageda, so should he soon engage, he would serve the part.
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