The transition to this new land had gone relatively smooth. Larkspur was not unused to being uprooted. This open air suited him better than the dank caves of Anathema, which reminded him too much of Tak’s domain. He had never been into that horrible cave, having recognized its power, but the earth still set him ill at ease. Today he had taken to his four-legged form to better learn the territory, stopping here and there to mark the borders and reinforce them. This was done with tact, for he did not (despite his size) make his own scent rise higher than Sirius’. While he had little faith in the boy, he understood the way dominance played out.
He was most pleased at the sheep, who had quickly adapted to having open fields. They were hybrid things, muddled with mountain goats and whatever else their ancestors had bred with, and belonged to rough land like this. The flock was scattered about in the plains below, grazing on mostly untouched grassland. Several of the sheep had begun showing signs of pregnancy, which was something the burly wolf looked forward too. A great number of his flock had been left behind with Anathema, not wishing to turn his back on his own family. He had kept his favorite ram and two others, for he intended on killing the ram soon. Archaic rituals still held fast with him, and he recognized their use even if he did not agree with all of them.
In his lupus form Larkspur was an intimidating figure, equally as large as his more common optime. He was the size of a mastiff with a coat of thick fur, marred by white patches and scars across his legs. While these had been turned white by Misery’s magic, the one on his face remained a pinkish color; this was due to it being cause by a sword. He did not know Itachi, whom he had only seen in passing, was the son of the woman who had caused it or that he carried the sword that might have done such a thing. This, like his ignorance about Eris’ activities with other men, was perhaps for the best.
Orange eyes scanned the landscape below as he sat in silence, wind ruffling his pelt. It had all but finished shedding its thicker winter coat, leaving a sleek black thing in its place.
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