Willow Ridge peace on earth

For @Renier
RE: Willow Ridge, foxes have raided your main caches

Light Snow
12/21/14 7:00 am

Mordacai woke up in his pack den, a sight that had become familiar to him after spending months in Willow Ridge. Now, he hoped to wake up to the very same sight everyday for many years to come. This was his home now and he was doing everything he could to lay down his roots here. He had challenged for third and won and soon he would challenge for second. He had begun pursuing the role of Guardian. He had even worked things out with his sister the night before. A smile stretched across Cai's dark face as he realized that things were going well for him here. All of the darker urges he had faced when he first came here were slowly dissipating, growing quieter and quieter with each new experience.

The swarthy male got to his paws and stretched, pleased with the way his joints cracked as he did so. Then, he trotted out of the den and headed for the caches. Unfortunately, the caches were almost empty and Cai didn't feel right taking the last scraps of food. Guess Ill be hunting today, Cai thought, resigning himself to another day of hunting. Wait. Slowly, Cai remembered how much hunting he had done the day before. A bird, two hares, and a duck. And when he had dropped those off in the caches they had been almost full. No way all of that food could have been consumed over the course of one evening. Something was off. Cai carefully looked around, searching the area for any clues. There. Tracks. Cai trotted over to the tracks that lead to and away from the cache. It took only one quick sniff to figure out that they belonged to a pair of foxes. Well here is an opportunity to prove myself as a Guardian, Cai thought to himself. He quickly decided that it wouldn't hurt to have another wolf accompany him. After all, he had wanted to get to know Renier better and this was the perfect opportunity. Tilting his head back Cai called for the tawny male.

sorry about the hold up

Curled with nose tucked beneath tail, beneath his layer of warmth, somewhere, he was aware of the sun's slow coming. The rogue did not open his eyes to see for himself. Why it appeared he was sleeping and had been for some time with the thin coat of white upon him. He was more or less lying there trying to find a source of ambition. Even with the list in his mind of all the things he could be doing, it was daunting where to begin. When the voice of the Ashrelle beckoned to him a second time the Lyall rose swiftly, ridding himself of his snowy cover.

A short yawn to jump start his brain, his gait went from a shamble to a trot in a matter of strides. The tawny and silver cloaked wolf wondered if he should be ready for a hunt. This call was different from the last, but other than its lack of urgency he wasn't sure what Cai needed. Wouldn't he have made a hunt clear? Sharply, golden gaze blinked across the white landscape, searching for the dark wolf. Cream legs had to carry him a bit further for that, so instead he used his nose, and a good guess where the howl had began.

Sure enough, still within the Ridge he could see the dark figure. It was the disturbed snow around the other subordinate that got his eye. Was he digging for something? Briefly his brows furrowed in puzzlement, as he walked the rest of the way. Before reaching Cai the scent of fox greeted him. Question, hie looked to the orange eyes of his companion. "What's up?"

(This post was last modified: Jan 15, 2015, 08:50 PM by Renier.)