Ain't That Just the Way Life Goes - Pack Hunt

Slade Auctor · 03-03-2011, 05:34 PM

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OOC: Big Grin

Slade's morning started out just like any morning did: before dawn. He lacked the den or house that most other canines had, and thus the sunlight had started waking him up a long time ago. At this point, he was used to it, and often he would simply wake up before there was a hint of sunlight. And then he would walk around for a bit, without any particular destination; it got rather lonely at times, and this was why he had decided to start heading for Thornbury. He was a more introverted type, yes, but he needed some form of socialization every now and then.

The mornings were still chilly, though compared to the snowstorm it almost seemed to be verging on hot. Slade loved it. During the winter he had no cozy place to rest in, and while he got used to the bleakness it felt so nice when sunlight dappled his fur. Unfortunately for Slade, this was apparently not one of those mornings, as a chilly wind blew through the air. He had managed to take his mind off of it for a little while by wondering what his father would have done for warmth.

His thoughts were interrupted all too soon by a growling stomach. Slade typically wasn't hungry as soon as he woke up, and this usually meant putting it off until the sun was already up. No surprise there. He thought that he might try to grab a mouse or two when he got interrupted again, this time by a howl. Instantly Slade tensed. The last time he had heard a howl summoning others, there was not a good reason for it. He remembered Shawchert howling like there was no tomorrow, trying to get everyone safe inside Sky's house during that snowstorm. There was something different about this howl, though; it had no sense of urgency. There was nothing wrong.

Slightly confused, Slade began walking towards the source of the sound, and found himself going north towards Thornbury. When he arrived, he saw a small cream-colored wolf; he didn't recognize her, as he had only really seen her briefly during the storm, and that was when she was in Optime form. But since she was issuing the call, he guessed that she must have been Skye Collins, the second leader of Cercatori d'Arte.

Slade sat down before her, glancing around. He was the first one to arrive. Suddenly feeling very self-conscious, he couldn't help but crouch back slightly, though his ears remained pricked and alert. There was obviously nothing wrong; why had he been called?

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