Backdated to the 23rd March. Early Afternoon, Blizzard, 20°F, -7°C. @Renier & other's welcome
A howl had rang out at the borders that day. Lorcan had been busy, scouting around the land which fringed the pack’s territory when he had heard the call echo out across the tundra. Naturally, being a loyal and responsible pack member, the agouti male had stopped to listen and of course when he realised it had been to summon the pack leaders, the Whitestone healer felt compelled to investigate.
The blizzard had started only once he had begun to make his way back towards the stone plateau. The snow had been falling lightly all day to which the agouti male had paid no mind to. However, in the time it had taken him to trot back through the tundra to the edge of the pack’s territory, the wind had packed up considerably and the male found himself almost fighting against the strength of the freezing elements.
Pushing himself against the wind, Lorcan wasted no time in climbing up the old goat track to the flat plateau he called home, urged onwards by the new odour which intermingled with the scent of his familiar pack mates. Black tipped tail wagged excitedly behind him as he instinctively moved towards the dark opening of the main den. If the newest member was to be found anywhere, it would surely be there?
(This post was last modified: Mar 24, 2017, 08:56 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