@Nova
MERCY get your things, we're leaving when the morning birds are singing, we're sailing. He left the communal den in the dim early morning light, following the departure of his mother. Stepping out into the cool air he shook his pelt which had already begun to thicken, so that it would better keep his body heat retained under the puffed up guard hairs. Licking his chops he leaned backward, rump in the air and forelegs stretched before him and groaned slightly as his muscles pulled. He then leaned forward and stretched one hind limb out behind him at a time, before shaking his fur out again and picking up a brisk walk. He wasn't too grumpy, for a morning. It was cool and he felt refreshed, following a good night's sleep. There was a thick fog of mist surrounding the mountain, so he couldn't see the lands which stretched away from the mountain's feet. This didn't bother him greatly, as he'd seen morning mist and fog before, even though today it was so thick that he could only see about 20 bodylengths ahead of himself. It turned the landscape into an unfamiliar scene, but that was fit for Mercy, who would be content to explore the changed landscape, rather than branching out and leaving the packlands. His relaxed pose tensed when he saw something stirring in the mist ahead of him. Whatever it was, it had a tall figure and glinting eyes. He couldn't make out a definite shape, and that was what bothered the bastard prince. He stopped and stared for a moment into the mist, waiting for the figure to move again and give itself a more definite form. <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#fefefe;"> |
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