Post by Bluecifer on Jul 23, 2016 19:29:17 GMT -6
Oakspark
trembling to a tune at the request of the moon
God forgive my death of a post
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The alpha lashed his tail as he dismissed Silverfire's report. Food? Next to nonexistent. Tensions along North's border as high as ever. The few wolves left in the pack barely keeping their claws to themselves - those who stuck around to clean up, at least.
Oakspark followed the receding form of his Second as she exited, and watched the shifting lichen curtain settle for a long while after. Stormrunner had been absent - again - without so much as a word. Of course, he wasn't one to micromanage the every breath of the wolves below him, but something certainly had to be done. Her free-form way of thinking had better applications than running rampant over the flats and grasslands.
The large brute finally stood and strode out onto the stone outcropping, his gaze combing the camp far below. Despite all the months passed, russet still stained the walls in places. He involuntarily glanced towards the caved-in remains of what was once the nursery, before the wolf shook out his pelt and focused on locating his new quarry.
There was Silver, in the soldier's sleeping quarters; her pulse reverbed like a cannon through the ground. Likewise, Duskshadow lounged near the back of the sculpted cavern. Both of these signatures he pushed aside, however, as he caught a hint of what he was looking for. The electrical wolf was coming in through the cracked entrance tunnel.
Oakspark flicked an ear and called out, his voice distinctly loud in the closed confines of the walls. "Storm. My den. Now."
Oakspark followed the receding form of his Second as she exited, and watched the shifting lichen curtain settle for a long while after. Stormrunner had been absent - again - without so much as a word. Of course, he wasn't one to micromanage the every breath of the wolves below him, but something certainly had to be done. Her free-form way of thinking had better applications than running rampant over the flats and grasslands.
The large brute finally stood and strode out onto the stone outcropping, his gaze combing the camp far below. Despite all the months passed, russet still stained the walls in places. He involuntarily glanced towards the caved-in remains of what was once the nursery, before the wolf shook out his pelt and focused on locating his new quarry.
There was Silver, in the soldier's sleeping quarters; her pulse reverbed like a cannon through the ground. Likewise, Duskshadow lounged near the back of the sculpted cavern. Both of these signatures he pushed aside, however, as he caught a hint of what he was looking for. The electrical wolf was coming in through the cracked entrance tunnel.
Oakspark flicked an ear and called out, his voice distinctly loud in the closed confines of the walls. "Storm. My den. Now."
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