02-23-2009, 05:23 PM
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Things were going so smoothly for him. Lubomir couldn't quite understand his luck. He had a mate he was crazy about, a position in the pack which allowed him to be what he most desired to be, a mediator and a pacifist; finally, he'd started serious work on the Wolfville Library and was hoping to open it to the wolves of Dahlia come April. An ambitious plan, really, but completely worth it, as he would love nothing more than to see the looks on their faces. Today the cold bit more than he remembered, probably because he'd become so used to spending time in the warm building, but he needed to stretch his legs a bit.
The grey male had thought about visiting Crimson Dreams again. He missed Savina and Simon had amused him enough that he thought he'd like to find out more about the pack as a whole. He could never consider leaving Dahlia. It wasn't just Mew that kept him there, but also his devotion to the place which had taken him in indiscriminately when he'd been cold, weak and nearly dying. He was making his way through the forests of Ethereal Eclipse when the noise caught his attention. He'd never known that there was anyone living here.
Following the sound of the swearing, Lubomir came to a small cabin. Obviously inhabited. His nose told him very little about the inhabitant. Who in the world lived here? It was close enough to Dahlia, so why not join the pack? Coming closer, he called out, "Is anyone here? Hello?" It wouldn't make much of a difference to a hostile wolf, but perhaps Lubomir had chanced upon a peaceful one.
Things were going so smoothly for him. Lubomir couldn't quite understand his luck. He had a mate he was crazy about, a position in the pack which allowed him to be what he most desired to be, a mediator and a pacifist; finally, he'd started serious work on the Wolfville Library and was hoping to open it to the wolves of Dahlia come April. An ambitious plan, really, but completely worth it, as he would love nothing more than to see the looks on their faces. Today the cold bit more than he remembered, probably because he'd become so used to spending time in the warm building, but he needed to stretch his legs a bit.
The grey male had thought about visiting Crimson Dreams again. He missed Savina and Simon had amused him enough that he thought he'd like to find out more about the pack as a whole. He could never consider leaving Dahlia. It wasn't just Mew that kept him there, but also his devotion to the place which had taken him in indiscriminately when he'd been cold, weak and nearly dying. He was making his way through the forests of Ethereal Eclipse when the noise caught his attention. He'd never known that there was anyone living here.
Following the sound of the swearing, Lubomir came to a small cabin. Obviously inhabited. His nose told him very little about the inhabitant. Who in the world lived here? It was close enough to Dahlia, so why not join the pack? Coming closer, he called out, "Is anyone here? Hello?" It wouldn't make much of a difference to a hostile wolf, but perhaps Lubomir had chanced upon a peaceful one.