Sex: Male- Midday, Partly Cloudy — 73° F/23° C
Life was good, there was no denying it! Being part of a pack had proven to be much nicer than the wanderer could have imagined, and he had come to care greatly, for the land claimed by Oak Tree Bend and, more importantly, for the other wolves who called it home. He had made friends, two of which he found himself willingly submitting to, without much difficulty; and he had grown very fond of the youngsters under his care - both the year-old boys, and the pups of this season - all in all he was happier than he had been in a long time. The Avalon felt joyful in his role as pack-wolf, subordinate and comrade to Triell and Nayeli, friend and teacher to Serach and Sceral, 'uncle' to Zera and Darrah... He was content. Somewhere, buried deep within his heart, was the fear that it could never last, the nagging voice telling him he did not deserve to feel like this, that he was unworthy of hid happiness, but he ignored it, pushed it back into its hiding to revel in this bliss of his; As long as it lasts... So today he travelled north, over the pack borders for the first time in a good long while, to check after trails of the migrating herds, and keep track of whatever else moved close to the lands of The Bend; to do his duty as aspiring scout. He trekked through the ghostly depths of Spectra woods, to near its edge, where the trees thinned and the fog lifted. Here he paused to rest his legs, quenching his thirst in a small stream. He enjoyed the quiet of the forest around him, the one thing he sometimes missed now that he spend his days surrounded by others, but it was a small price to pay; And really, I always preferred noise. Word Count: 312 My mind is my own ”I'll say whatever I want to!” |
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