03-29-2011, 08:07 AM
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The thrum of paws on drying earth was a common one around the Dahlian borders. They were dropping in numbers, trying slowly to claw their way back up to the top once more. But their territory remained the same and that meant an increase in the border patrols that the higher members of the pack were going on. To keep those within safe and warm and happy, they patrolled the borders, constantly renewing scent markers and keeping other off their lands. Of course, they were in relative times of peace right now and they weren't being attacked from all sides. But there was still an urgency to remain alert and active around the pack borders. Saul was no different and as the third highest ranked wolf in Dahlia at present, he was loathe to lax in his job. His lupus form was the form he was most comfortable running in and therefore he was on all fours today as he moved north of the spring and the cabin beside the spring he called home. Siku was nowhere in sight and Saul felt happy that he was not neglecting her. His best friend could be a little needy at points.
A strong northerly wind brought the scent of a foreigner to his nose. There appeared to be no malintent behind this scent, but Saul picked up the pace towards the northern borders. If there was someone there in order of assistance, he would be there. Conor seemed to have slipped recently, exhaustion weighing the man down. Saul was never one to pry into the lives of others but he was worried about the autumn hued man. He obviously didnt get enough sleep and his exhaustion was dragging him down. Perhaps he would find a sleeping drug for him that would give him at least a couple of hours sleep. Thoughts of Conor were driven from his mind as he approached the border, the sight of a slight woman and a golden hued horse came into view. He didnt recognise the smell, but there was no need for rudeness from either party, was there?
"Good morning miss. You are almost upon Dahlia de Mai borders- is there anything I can help you with?"
Came his polite enquiry, an appraising look given to the horse she had with her. Once his own house was done up to standard Saul planned on building some stables and a paddock out by the stream. Perhaps the rest of the pack might benefit from a larger stables. Still, he pushed these thoughts from his mind as he concentrated on the silver female in front of him, wondering what she wanted.
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"speech"
The thrum of paws on drying earth was a common one around the Dahlian borders. They were dropping in numbers, trying slowly to claw their way back up to the top once more. But their territory remained the same and that meant an increase in the border patrols that the higher members of the pack were going on. To keep those within safe and warm and happy, they patrolled the borders, constantly renewing scent markers and keeping other off their lands. Of course, they were in relative times of peace right now and they weren't being attacked from all sides. But there was still an urgency to remain alert and active around the pack borders. Saul was no different and as the third highest ranked wolf in Dahlia at present, he was loathe to lax in his job. His lupus form was the form he was most comfortable running in and therefore he was on all fours today as he moved north of the spring and the cabin beside the spring he called home. Siku was nowhere in sight and Saul felt happy that he was not neglecting her. His best friend could be a little needy at points.
A strong northerly wind brought the scent of a foreigner to his nose. There appeared to be no malintent behind this scent, but Saul picked up the pace towards the northern borders. If there was someone there in order of assistance, he would be there. Conor seemed to have slipped recently, exhaustion weighing the man down. Saul was never one to pry into the lives of others but he was worried about the autumn hued man. He obviously didnt get enough sleep and his exhaustion was dragging him down. Perhaps he would find a sleeping drug for him that would give him at least a couple of hours sleep. Thoughts of Conor were driven from his mind as he approached the border, the sight of a slight woman and a golden hued horse came into view. He didnt recognise the smell, but there was no need for rudeness from either party, was there?
"Good morning miss. You are almost upon Dahlia de Mai borders- is there anything I can help you with?"
Came his polite enquiry, an appraising look given to the horse she had with her. Once his own house was done up to standard Saul planned on building some stables and a paddock out by the stream. Perhaps the rest of the pack might benefit from a larger stables. Still, he pushed these thoughts from his mind as he concentrated on the silver female in front of him, wondering what she wanted.
word count;;
"speech"