<b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#222218;"> Snow dusted the land as the ghostly yearling moved toward the heart, his once scruffy coat now almost completely replaced by his thick winter pelt. The Yukon native was relishing in the frigid air that engulfed Relic Lore; however, he knew that winter was arriving earlier than expected. This was why the youth was frequently out and about collecting as many herbs as possible for his cache. Today, though, XIX was taking the day off from gathering plants and was going to explore territories that he had not yet visited. The more time he spent with his new packmates the less he thought of his former life in Pitch Pine Trail – it was only when he left pack territory that the memories resurfaced. The ground crunched beneath his toes, a muted silence surrounding him as he lumbered forward. He wasn’t sure where he was headed; he was merely following wherever his paws took him. XIX was tentative to stray too far away as he was not properly acquainted with the territory that his pack claimed as its home. It was close to the creek that he and Anastasia had made a temporary home for several weeks, and north of where he had found Shade’s wounded body. At the thought of Shade the yearling gave his head a quick shake to remove it – while he missed the former Pitch Pine leader he had left with Anastasia to start fresh. If he kept falling back into his memories he would never move on. The sound of rushing water attracted his attention, his alabaster coat glistening with snowflakes as they littered his body. His pace quickened without a second thought, pale eyes searching for the source of the sound. Once the trees opened up the ground became slippery, the rocks surrounding the pool of water coated with a thin sheet of ice. A shiver danced down his spine as he gave his coat a quick shake, eyes darting around to ensure that there was nobody else lingering around. |
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