01-08-2008, 09:05 PM
Skoll acknowledged the other male briefly, giving a quick nod, feeling that there was no time for pleasantries. As the other three and their animal proceeded, he moved onward. His single ear was on full alert, high on his head, straining for any sound of shallow breathing beneath the snowy tomb. He wasn't having any luck smelling her out, which aggrieved him. How obvious would it be? Certainly not as easy to pick out as a scent in the open air, that was for certain. He would probably have to be almost right on top of her buried form in order detect her by his nose. Still, that was true of his ears(if the stump on his left side counted) as well, the situation was dire, indeed.
Barely hearing the lead Storm wolf's comment to the other, it occured to him that he didn't have any idea what she looked like. He had visited Phoenix several times since his return to Bleeding Souls, agreeing to teach him some of the basics of his trade, despite his refusal to rejoin, and Phoenix's eventual retraction of the invitation. Still, politics were a corrupt thing, not worth his time, and now that he was freed of his bonds to the packs, he had nothing to worry about from them any longer. No, he was not here because of any loyalty to Storm--most of the wolves he'd known here were gone now, and he had been betrayed by its last leader--he was here out of loyalty to his friend. Fly's child, Ember, had died, he had been unable to save her. That would not be the case with this Ember. He would do everything it took. He would be here for days, weeks, as long as it took.
Hold on, kid. Hold on.
Barely hearing the lead Storm wolf's comment to the other, it occured to him that he didn't have any idea what she looked like. He had visited Phoenix several times since his return to Bleeding Souls, agreeing to teach him some of the basics of his trade, despite his refusal to rejoin, and Phoenix's eventual retraction of the invitation. Still, politics were a corrupt thing, not worth his time, and now that he was freed of his bonds to the packs, he had nothing to worry about from them any longer. No, he was not here because of any loyalty to Storm--most of the wolves he'd known here were gone now, and he had been betrayed by its last leader--he was here out of loyalty to his friend. Fly's child, Ember, had died, he had been unable to save her. That would not be the case with this Ember. He would do everything it took. He would be here for days, weeks, as long as it took.
Hold on, kid. Hold on.