Willow Ridge The Lion's Skin

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He was bored, again. Storming around the main pack dens he had grown restless. Deacon's paws needed something to do. Somewhere to dig, somewhere to run, someone to bat and play with. Anything would be more amusing than walking in circles.

That's when it hit him. He hadn't seen his lovely brother Castiel in some time. Coming to a full hault from the circles he was walking he planted his rear in the ground with a thud. Putting his head up high into the sky he howled loudly. "CASTIEL!" It was uncommon he would use his brother's full name but he figured if he used his full name hat his brother might show quicker. Especially since it was howled out loudly for any and all of the Willow Ridge wolves to hear.

Waiting for his brother to show the young dark prince held his head up high basking in the final light of sun that managed to break through the mostly cloudy day. He was happy that the sun had shown it's face because he wasn't liking this sudden coldness that was making way across the land. In fact, it bothered him. Perhaps his mother, father, brothers (and sister), or pack mates might know why it was getting so cold. Or maybe it was just Deacon imagining it was too cold. Now wouldn't that be a thing to imagine. Chuckling to himself lightly he held a big smile on his face.

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The Ridge Prince had been lazing peacefully underneath a large willow tree, content to lie down in the dimming sun as evening fell and it became colder. It was becoming steadily colder each day, and he had no idea why. While that may frustrate other wolves, he was curious as to why it was happening, and would sometimes go out to find out why, though so far he hadn't asked Mother or Father, or even one of his other pack members. He wanted to try and find out for himself before asking for help.

Cass almost jumped when he heard a loud, roaring howl calling out his name. His ears pricked at the voice. What did Dee want with him? Yes, they hadn't seen each other closely for a while, but it wasn't often that they called out for the other. It was even stranger that his older brother used his full name, and not the nickname he had been given. Maybe he was in some sort of trouble?

Clambering to his feet the Ridge Prince padded quickly in the direction of his brothers' call, and he soon came upon him. His pale gold eyes searched his brothers' frame, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It was possible that he just wanted to chat, but he could have come and found him, instead of yelling out his name for the rest of the pack to hear. Nevertheless, he was still happy to see his brother in the flesh, and he couldn't stop the large grin from appearing on his face. "It's good to see you Dee."

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the princes of willow ridge

Deacon & Greer & Castiel