12-06-2009, 08:51 PM
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WC: 300+
OOC: Aren't you happy you have such a giant neighbour?
The air had become rather chilly in the past week, fall was obviously nearing an end and snow would soon touch the grounds. With the hunting seasons coming to a close Jazper knew that the time for checking out the other packs would soon be over unless he wanted to leave the pups for a few days travel in the freezing wind and thick snow. After his trip a few days ago to Halifax he had been reminded of how little he knew about the surrounding territory. For the past year he had made regular visits to Halifax, always taking the same path and never venturing to the far side of the city where he knew his mothers old home Phoenix Valley lay. He had left home early that morning high in spirits and full of new adventuring determination. He had been neglecting the other packs, clinging to Crimson Dreams like as tough if he were to take one step into unknown territory he would no longer feel safe, in control.
However, today was a new day and he was going to venture into unknown territory. First, he would start close to home. He had heard of a tribe of wolves just to the west of Crimson Dreams, called Aniwaya. The strange horse tamer named Heath had been from one of these unique pack, packs with horses, but that was the only knowledge he had of his neighbours. The scent in the air was definitely changing, thought the land seemed mostly the same to his relief. A large ebony hand lifted over his head to touch the tip of his swords handle lightly in a reassuring manor before falling back to his side. A solid wall of the new scent stopped him from moving further, he was here. Raising his muzzle into the air he called out for the leader, it was about time he got to know who was running the tribe so close to his beloved pack.
WC: 300+
OOC: Aren't you happy you have such a giant neighbour?
The air had become rather chilly in the past week, fall was obviously nearing an end and snow would soon touch the grounds. With the hunting seasons coming to a close Jazper knew that the time for checking out the other packs would soon be over unless he wanted to leave the pups for a few days travel in the freezing wind and thick snow. After his trip a few days ago to Halifax he had been reminded of how little he knew about the surrounding territory. For the past year he had made regular visits to Halifax, always taking the same path and never venturing to the far side of the city where he knew his mothers old home Phoenix Valley lay. He had left home early that morning high in spirits and full of new adventuring determination. He had been neglecting the other packs, clinging to Crimson Dreams like as tough if he were to take one step into unknown territory he would no longer feel safe, in control.
However, today was a new day and he was going to venture into unknown territory. First, he would start close to home. He had heard of a tribe of wolves just to the west of Crimson Dreams, called Aniwaya. The strange horse tamer named Heath had been from one of these unique pack, packs with horses, but that was the only knowledge he had of his neighbours. The scent in the air was definitely changing, thought the land seemed mostly the same to his relief. A large ebony hand lifted over his head to touch the tip of his swords handle lightly in a reassuring manor before falling back to his side. A solid wall of the new scent stopped him from moving further, he was here. Raising his muzzle into the air he called out for the leader, it was about time he got to know who was running the tribe so close to his beloved pack.