He was not a social wolf and he had made that abundantly clear to her, yet she still wanted him to join her. She saw something in him that he didn't even care to look for in himself. He was as basic a wolf as they came. He lived, ate and slept. Everything he did was for himself and he'd never had to consider another. All of that was about to change, but that didn't mean that he was going to roll over for anyone. He would serve her. Athena and no other. That was his deal.
Shaking his black and white head, Steel shook the thoughts from his head. He would not think about it until he absolutely had to and so he traveled on in his powerful ground-eating pace. The land became even rougher and a strange mist seemed to appear and disappear at random intervals, almost as if it was trying to hide some wonderful secret. The view may have been obscured, but the scents coming to him on the moist breeze spoke volumes. Several scents intermingled to mark the border of a pack territory. Only one mattered. <i>Athena.</i> He had found her territory and he saw no reason to put off their inevitable meeting any longer. He leaned back and gave a strong and sure howl, calling for her to keep her promise.
(This post was last modified: Jul 02, 2012, 04:57 PM by Steel.)