02-05-2009, 09:05 PM
Forest and caves near the manor
+300
When Moose had left from the border and his time meeting Geneva and Savina, he began staking out his knowledge of the area. As footsore and weary as he was, he was determined to map the area from end to end, or at least until he found the caves Savina had mentioned. He wasn't willing to dive right into the pack dynamics, so he had decided to forgo the house full of pack members for the solitude of the forest and caves.
His keen amber eyes scanned the horizon, taking note of the angle of the sun, the slope of the land, the wind in his fur. Moose smiled, his tongue lolling from his open maw, sharp canines flashing keenly in the light of day. His heart was overjoyed. Casting aside his worries for a moment, he playfully pranced around, yipping small barks of joy before composing himself once more. Amber eyes turned to the sky and he spoke. Sirce, 'tis jist whit yeh 'ad always dreamt o'. Yeh led meh 'ere, dinnae ye?
She had to have lead him here. It was too perfect. The area reminded him of their home in the summertime when the wildflowers bloomed all around and the air smelled full of their glorious aroma. Granted, it was still covered in snow right now, but it just felt so right. So perfect.
As the wind again ruffled his fur, he turned his nares and ears towards it, straining to extract every last information from it. Cardinals, chickadees, blackbirds chirruped and sang, startled and curious about his presence. The distinctive taste of snowshoe hare and chipmunks wafted to him through his nose. Larger game lingered near the edge of his senses, unwitting victims of his future hunts with his new pack. My pack. The thought comforted him.
The day was wasting, and he was more tired than hungry. He would need to bed down soon. It was time to find a suitable cave.
+300
When Moose had left from the border and his time meeting Geneva and Savina, he began staking out his knowledge of the area. As footsore and weary as he was, he was determined to map the area from end to end, or at least until he found the caves Savina had mentioned. He wasn't willing to dive right into the pack dynamics, so he had decided to forgo the house full of pack members for the solitude of the forest and caves.
His keen amber eyes scanned the horizon, taking note of the angle of the sun, the slope of the land, the wind in his fur. Moose smiled, his tongue lolling from his open maw, sharp canines flashing keenly in the light of day. His heart was overjoyed. Casting aside his worries for a moment, he playfully pranced around, yipping small barks of joy before composing himself once more. Amber eyes turned to the sky and he spoke. Sirce, 'tis jist whit yeh 'ad always dreamt o'. Yeh led meh 'ere, dinnae ye?
She had to have lead him here. It was too perfect. The area reminded him of their home in the summertime when the wildflowers bloomed all around and the air smelled full of their glorious aroma. Granted, it was still covered in snow right now, but it just felt so right. So perfect.
As the wind again ruffled his fur, he turned his nares and ears towards it, straining to extract every last information from it. Cardinals, chickadees, blackbirds chirruped and sang, startled and curious about his presence. The distinctive taste of snowshoe hare and chipmunks wafted to him through his nose. Larger game lingered near the edge of his senses, unwitting victims of his future hunts with his new pack. My pack. The thought comforted him.
The day was wasting, and he was more tired than hungry. He would need to bed down soon. It was time to find a suitable cave.