06-07-2009, 07:45 PM
The dark hued male had been sitting out by the bay sunning himself when he'd heard the call of one of the leaders. He had given a groan and rolled his eyes before getting to his feet. He'd been thinking that soon enough he was going to head off to find Slay or Ril'o to start up a game of sorts but the warmth of the sun on his belly had caused him to be slow to doing as he'd had planned and thus left him sitting in the sands when the alert went out. He wasn't sure just what was going on but he knew that he should pick up his pace to find out.
Sankor had been on a swift trot through the trees to find out exactly where Cwmfen's voice had come from when the sound of another crashing through the trees made him slow down. Like lightning he was passed quickly by a form he knew all too well. The harsh sobs of his sister made him falter in his steps as he called out. "Ade.. Ade! What... wait!" but he didn't turn to follow her, instead his eyes traced forward to the trail she'd laid out before him as he swallowed and picked up his paws once more.
It didn't take him as long as he'd thought to follow her trail and when he stepped out of the cover and caught sight of Cwmfen holding close to the bloody and broken form of his dear friend Sankor felt a rush of cold strike straight to his core as one shaky paw after another was placed down to the ground as he moved forward to where his fallen comrade lay. His voice was harsh and sorrowful as he moaned. "Ril'o.." If he'd left the bay sooner perhaps none of this would have happened, perhaps they would have been clear across to the other side of the packlands.. but he hadn't and now the golden wolf was gone. He lowered his head, his nose touching the still warm pelt of his friend as he muttered. "I'm sorry ol' boy..." It seemed like just yesterday they had been jesting and bickering about the girls in the pack.. and now the green eyed male was gone.
Sankor had been on a swift trot through the trees to find out exactly where Cwmfen's voice had come from when the sound of another crashing through the trees made him slow down. Like lightning he was passed quickly by a form he knew all too well. The harsh sobs of his sister made him falter in his steps as he called out. "Ade.. Ade! What... wait!" but he didn't turn to follow her, instead his eyes traced forward to the trail she'd laid out before him as he swallowed and picked up his paws once more.
It didn't take him as long as he'd thought to follow her trail and when he stepped out of the cover and caught sight of Cwmfen holding close to the bloody and broken form of his dear friend Sankor felt a rush of cold strike straight to his core as one shaky paw after another was placed down to the ground as he moved forward to where his fallen comrade lay. His voice was harsh and sorrowful as he moaned. "Ril'o.." If he'd left the bay sooner perhaps none of this would have happened, perhaps they would have been clear across to the other side of the packlands.. but he hadn't and now the golden wolf was gone. He lowered his head, his nose touching the still warm pelt of his friend as he muttered. "I'm sorry ol' boy..." It seemed like just yesterday they had been jesting and bickering about the girls in the pack.. and now the green eyed male was gone.