Night of departure
It had been a cold chilling night, a rough south blowing wind rustling through the thickets of the beautiful territory. The stars lit dimly above in the velvet blue sky without the help of the moon as it seemed missing once again starting the cycle of it's phases. A light strange eerie mist blanketed the land as humidity filled the air. Resting under a small tree the dark furred red wolf slept, ribs raising and crashing shallowly. His left lime green eye ever so slightly opened glaring out at the alpha's den watching for any sign of danger threatening the young pups and mother curled up inside.
From the distance within the land just outside of relic lore a howl bellowed out of a massive wolf. His fur white as snow, eyes a cold blue river, Cane was his name. He stood nearly as tall as a Mackenzie wolf could grow with bulging muscles rippling under his coarse mid length fur. His howl had been a clear target for Liam, one asking for his help, mercy, and forgiveness.
Startled Liam jumped up with erect ears and a complete bristled body. His tail flagged high above his back before he started calming down. He wasn't sure what had awaken him from his cozy slumber but decided since he was up he'd take a nice stroll around the boarders checking for any unwanted guests attempting to creep into his home land.
Approaching the edge of the Secret Woodlands the howl called out again in a much more distressed tone. Catching his attention he turned his heavy with sleep head in the direction. Concern expressed itself on his face but he stood where he was looking over his shoulder. This was his family now, he told himself but looking forward he knew that the call was his brothers'. His younger baby sibling was calling for him...how does one say no? Easy right, but...So what if the wolf turned out to be bigger and stronger then himself..right? With a deep sigh he set out at a brisk pace wondering if he chose wisely and how bad he'd pay for this in the end of it all. With that it was by morning the handsome wolf disappeared from the land of Relic Lore.
Dawn of return to Secret Woodlands
Birds chirped high above in the trees as the sun began to peek above the edge of the horizon. A cool wind blew through the trees rustling the man's fur. It was a chilled damp morning with a few showers of light sprinkling occasionally pouring through to the dark soil beneath. The grumpy red man walked under the shadows of looming branches covered in summer green leaves. He didn't know how much more of Kiril's constant dreck complaining he could take: "I'm tired", "I'm hungry", "my paws ache", "it's too hot", "my stomachache is hurting again", and so on. The stench of puke on the boy's fur was already enough to make one want to stay away but his personality. Oh his personality! He was annoying, needy, and so ungrateful! That boy was driving Liam to his last straw quickly like a wrecking RV heading for a cliff. At least it kept his mind of the annoying flopping of his left ear and the ripping pain rushing through it.
Sighing heavily he slowed down to a stop, "The borders are near. We will rest here for a few hours before nearing them to get our strength up. When we request entrance to the pack we ARE to submit and be RESPECTFUL, do you got me Kiril?" He spoke empathising are and respectful in attempt to drill the information threw his skull and into his brain. His eyes stayed locked for awhile with the bi-colored ones staring back before he turned to look ahead. "Almost home" He whispered low under his breath in a quite mumble. Giving out another puff of carbon to the air in the form of a sigh he bent his front legs down. His hind fallowed in pursuit putting him in a comfy laying position. He set his muzzle on his paws and slanted his eyes lazily. He appeared asleep but if you stared into those thick black eyelashes you'd know better. The mix of shallow breathing and other tricks were all but a disguise to fool the folly minded.
(Alright he is NOT anywhere close to the borders. They are just faintly in his scent range.)