[/html]The two wolves moved slowly and quietly trough the outskirts of the village under the cover of night. It was unlikely that there would even be a scent for the two to catch, but it was a chance that they had been willing to take. Oak did not know Silvano well at a personal level, but as a life long pack member he felt like family regardless and Oak was comfortable asking him to go on patrol with him.
Savina’s words still hung with the rust hued boy, and her decision to dismiss the disrespectful hybrid had shaken him slightly. The pack was not a place for free loaders, it was not a place for those simply looking out for themselves and thinking that way would bring consequences. He was trying to turn away from being concerned with simply himself, and if Oak were to judge his progress he would say he was moving in the right direction.
Blue eyes looked down the alley, searching out for any sign that someone was living with in the village. He knew that Kota had thought about residing in one of the houses, and took that in consideration as they walked down the road.
There was no scent; anything that had lingered after the exile’s departure had been blown away with a wintry wind. He frowned at the thought of the young female that had been with Mar’s. She would grow up as a loner and without the sanctuary of the pack. The male gave a gruff exhale and paused at the door of a particular storefront. The glass of the windows were tracked, but he could make out the long bar along the back of the small dark room. Black paws rubbed the etched letters on the glass window, and made out the name of the establishment.
He gave a smirk, wondering if there would be anything-viable left inside. Maybe there’s something in here. He called to his fellow Dreamer.
| Messages In This Thread |