Lean muscles strained and a cloud of hot air plumed out from his flaring nostrils as Lorcan struggled to haul the large section of deer carcass back towards the boundaries of Hearthwood River. Heavy breathing could be heard and the occasional low growl rumbled through the forest as the agouti male struggled to make his way closer to the territory one lumbering step at a time. It had taken him almost half a day to drag the carcass back, slowed down by its weight and the awkward position that he had to walk in which he had been forced to take up in order to stop himself from tripping over it.
Black tipped tail swayed as the pungent scent of the borders reached his nose, causing his nostrils to burn a little. He still hadn’t grown used to that earthy-wooden scent; it still smelt foreign to the male and it was not something that he had yet come to associate with home and family. Truth be told, he still felt like somewhat of an outsider within the pack and it bothered him. Having come straight from Whitestone, where he had grown incredibly close to a few members in particular, it felt weird to not have a strong connection with anyone – aside from Inna perhaps, but with her everything had to be done in secret.
Now a few meters from the border, he caught the scent of another male somewhere nearby within the territory. It wasn’t one he immediately recognized, but that wasn’t particularly surprising considering he was still a newcomer to the pack. Hoping to summon the male out from the trees to come and assist him, Lorcan let out a soft bark and a yap and let the deer carcass fall loudly between his limbs.
(This post was last modified: Apr 12, 2017, 01:23 PM by Lorcan.)
# P O R C A N
sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realise
how much they need to fall back together