08-27-2011, 10:04 AM
For the first time after coming back from the North, Carwyn departed from the packlands for just a brief moment. He had no plan on abandoning his new home. While he now devoted his service to Ichika no Ho-en, he had been for months without a pack and he didn't want to feel that this privilege was taken. Besides, he still had to get accustomed to the new pack and it's ways, not to mention find a place within the lands to take shelter, eventually a permanent home. Maybe, he would find a cabin that was like the one he shared with his parents while he was still in Phoenix Valley.
With sword across his back, he went forth into a forest of trees. To his surprise, the scent of a wolf.
This scent was somewhat familiar to him. It might have been from one of the neighboring packs. Not only the wolf he could smell, but also water. In a clearing amongst the trees, he spotted a lake.
He emerged from the green forest, approaching the edge of the lake of water that was before his orange-red orbs. He had missed seeing a lake everyday like when in Phoenix Valley. The cabin was beside a lake, so he always saw a majestic blue lake when he left the cabin. Kneeling down, he immersed his paw into the cool refreshing liquid and brought it his maw for a drink. He was, indeed, parched from his 'little' walk.
He repeated several times before he smelled the wolf again. The scent was familiar, yet he could give a name that matched it. He looked around from the right, which there was nothing, to the left. His oculi caught the figure of a rusty-colored creature, whom, like Carwyn, was taking a drink from the lake. He had not seen a different wolf, apart from Saul, for months. Maybe, for his sake, he could become more social.
From observation, the other wolf didn't seem to have noticed the white male yet. Taking a few more sips of water from the lake, he wiped his mouth dry with his arm and shook his paw to dry a little of the water off. Then, cautiously, he approached the mysterious rusty wolf.
With sword across his back, he went forth into a forest of trees. To his surprise, the scent of a wolf.
This scent was somewhat familiar to him. It might have been from one of the neighboring packs. Not only the wolf he could smell, but also water. In a clearing amongst the trees, he spotted a lake.
He emerged from the green forest, approaching the edge of the lake of water that was before his orange-red orbs. He had missed seeing a lake everyday like when in Phoenix Valley. The cabin was beside a lake, so he always saw a majestic blue lake when he left the cabin. Kneeling down, he immersed his paw into the cool refreshing liquid and brought it his maw for a drink. He was, indeed, parched from his 'little' walk.
He repeated several times before he smelled the wolf again. The scent was familiar, yet he could give a name that matched it. He looked around from the right, which there was nothing, to the left. His oculi caught the figure of a rusty-colored creature, whom, like Carwyn, was taking a drink from the lake. He had not seen a different wolf, apart from Saul, for months. Maybe, for his sake, he could become more social.
From observation, the other wolf didn't seem to have noticed the white male yet. Taking a few more sips of water from the lake, he wiped his mouth dry with his arm and shook his paw to dry a little of the water off. Then, cautiously, he approached the mysterious rusty wolf.