when the morning light sings

Zalen Damaichu · 11-04-2011, 10:00 PM

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Zalen had been somewhat depressed as of late, and lonely. Ever having met with his mentor Soran a week ago, he had felt down. And now, with Sequoia’s plan to free the Salsola slaves looming before him, he had become even more wary. It was all he could do but to pull himself out of his warm bed this cool afternoon; he had slept much longer then he had intended today. He stood in lupus for in his den for a moment, looking up at his myriad of bottles and thinking deeply to himself, before instinct for thirst took over and he trotted briskly from his den.

As he walked, he though back on what Soran had told him, about Lucia’s past relationship and her involvement with Inferni. His view of her had changed now, she was no longer a desirable enigma to him, but instead a tiresome puzzle. He had gone to visit her where he knew she lingered about, but could find no sign of her; even her scent had grown cold, Zalen wondered if perhaps his presence had driven her off, perhaps the drive to avoid past mistakes was enough to make her flea. He sighed deeply.

It wasn’t long before Zalen arrived near the spot where the local deer herd usually milled about, the same spot him and Saxif had come to a week or so ago to hunt, but like then today they were absent. He hesitated here, though, noticing the scuffling prints of their hooves in the dry mud. Suddenly there was a sound and Zalen’s black head rose quickly to meet its source; there, a dark wolf. They were very near his territory, in fact, right on the outskirts of it, and it was a wolf he did not recognize. Hey! He barked out, not threateningly but loud enough to show the stranger that he was here and that it would be best not to ignore his presence.

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