Shade stood there, in front of pack territory. IT was time to choose. Join a pack, or never cease to look for his sister. He thought about it. Dumbstruck from the choice. Curiousity of pack life <span class='word'>deflagrate</span>d in him. He stood in front of Drooping Willows. It was just barely out of his paws reach. <i>I'm sorry sister, I must go. I will not bow, I will not break. I will become a loyal pack member, and I will become an honor to the spirits in the sky that mother and father told us all about as pups.</i> Hunger no longer etched itself into his stomach. He was free.
Shade could have swore he scented pack territory markings, but as he stood there, hours on end, he began to doubt himself. Then, he scented a wolf nearby. He could have sworn it was a wolf at least. He laid down waiting for a wolf to come about on border patrol. Resting his head on his forepaws until he was sure he could small a wolf. He wearily stood up, <span class='word'>deflagrate</span>ing the fact that he had to look fit, awake, healthy and strong to have any chance of getting into a pack. <i>It's now or never, bow in respect and allowing them to see they have dominance over you. Then Shade, you request to speak to the pack leaders in talk of joining to become a loyal member of Willow Ridge. That is the plan I must stick to.</i> It was time to prove himself. He would not fade. He would not break. He would bow.
(This post was last modified: Jul 20, 2012, 08:31 AM by Shade.)