Angier Lyall had been up and down the slopes of the mountain and had yet to find a decent place – a small cave, a nook, a perch – to call his own. It wasn’t until he discovered an appealing little space not too far below the pack den, a rock shelf of sorts. The faint scent of a male wolf still lingered about the space but while it seemed somewhat familiar, he fully doubted it was someone he knew. After all, he had only been apart of Midnight Plateau for no more than two weeks. He rubbed his side possessively against the rock wall before sitting with his lower back against it and looking out at the splendor of Relic Lore. Night was beginning to fall and he was sure each of his pack mates were beginning to wrap up their daily duties and activities.
He inhaled deeply, savoring the crispness of the mountain air, finding it more refreshing than the scent of pine trees and earthy shrubs. Casting his gaze toward the charred forest of the Wildwood and then toward the darker, greener Cedarwood Forest, he recalled how Makita had been attacked and how Vlarindara had been pleasant company in his nomadic days. A smile made the corners of maw curl upward. He missed her, but with a pack to look after her, he was sure that she would be fine, well taken care of and such. He wrapped his tail closely about his haunches, feeling the wind briskly sweep up the side of the mountain. His eyes fluttered and blinked for a few moments before he reclined onto his stomach, finding that the shelf’s ledge somewhat shielded him against the breeze. The tip of his tail continued to flick as he sifted through his thoughts. Today had been a lonely one after he had checked up on Makita that morning, but something about the darkening skies told him that the evening would hold a rather different story.
Are you watching closely?
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