<blockquote>The smell of water and moss was thick in the air. Humidity hung in the forest like a ghost, an entity whose presence was undeniable yet invisible. Everything was green, rich emerald, in the height of the summer. Perhaps this place would do.
Lightly, Crux Adder stepped out of the thick forest, gently parting the verdant brush with a huge, white forepaw. In one confident movement, the white wolf swept into a small clearing, black-tipped ear cocking slightly as his eyes, as green as the world around him, scanned the scene. How pleasant— he'd stumbled upon what seemed to be a spring. With an oddly serene smile, Crux crossed to the pool and wasted no time drinking the cool water that gurgled softly within it. As he drank, he watched his reflection break and repair itself in the rippled surface, noting the silvery form of a fish zipping by just under his nose.
With ease he lunged forward and caught it; such a powerful neck and set of jaws made catching small prey easy for him, but after fending for himself for much of his life, he had become especially skilled at fishing. His big jaws made quick work of his meal as he straightened, leaving little time for blood to stain the white muzzle he spent so much time keeping immaculately spot-free. Just to be sure, he finished with a drink, cleaning his face with a forepaw. Now, on to business.
While Crux's wandering for most of his life had been aimless, he had admittedly always harbored a longing to find a home, a pack. And something about this place seemed promising; either way, he could faintly smell that wolves had been here before, even if not for a long while. So, the large male checked his surroundings once more before lifting his head to the treetops and sending out a deep, long howl. Hell if he was going to waste time waiting to just happen upon someone. He'd make them come to him— then, hopefully soon, he'd learn what promise this land really held in store for him.</blockquote>
(This post was last modified: Jul 19, 2011, 03:37 PM by Crux.)