03-27-2009, 05:05 AM
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OOC: Yikes, delay! Sorry. Back from absence now, with a cold, but oh Souls *squishes* 300+
Lubomir was sick with worry. Ever since the pack meeting he couldn't take his mind off the missing puppies. Firefly's announcement and the subsequent fever that had gripped the pack left him exhausted. He couldn't even drown his sorrows in the library, because who could honestly give a damn about a stack of books when there were pups out there, god knew where. Were they even still alive? Ever since he and Mew had mated he could hardly contain his excitement (and fear, perhaps?) at the thought that there might be puppies soon. He wasn't that old but he wouldn't get any younger and who knew what could happen? Now, with Conor and Emwe both gone, the crushing fear at the back of his mind only intensified.
Breaking away from the search parties, Lubomir had struck out on his own. He went south, his movements slow, trying to pick up any scent. The rain had washed everything away and the more he tried the more annoyed he became. As he travelled, the smell of wolf became stronger. So there was a pack here. It wasn't as far as Crimson Dreams, although what puppies would be doing so close to the sea he could not imagine. Still, perhaps someone knew a thing or two. What distracted him was a sweet smell he had never encountered before. What manner of wolf lived here, that he could not tell. Sure, some wolves cooked, his meal with Bane a testament to that. But never before had he smelled something so sweet and sticky. He cautiously approached the pack lands, looking for any sign of pups. Nothing.
Two possibilities before him. He could either creep into the lands and hope for the best or he could call out. The grey male paused, his heart beating wildly in his chest. With a determined look on his face, the Vitis crossed the border and followed his nose towards the smell. The sigh which greeted him made him look on in confusion, unaware that he was, in fact, in plain sight of the other wolf.
OOC: Yikes, delay! Sorry. Back from absence now, with a cold, but oh Souls *squishes* 300+
Lubomir was sick with worry. Ever since the pack meeting he couldn't take his mind off the missing puppies. Firefly's announcement and the subsequent fever that had gripped the pack left him exhausted. He couldn't even drown his sorrows in the library, because who could honestly give a damn about a stack of books when there were pups out there, god knew where. Were they even still alive? Ever since he and Mew had mated he could hardly contain his excitement (and fear, perhaps?) at the thought that there might be puppies soon. He wasn't that old but he wouldn't get any younger and who knew what could happen? Now, with Conor and Emwe both gone, the crushing fear at the back of his mind only intensified.
Breaking away from the search parties, Lubomir had struck out on his own. He went south, his movements slow, trying to pick up any scent. The rain had washed everything away and the more he tried the more annoyed he became. As he travelled, the smell of wolf became stronger. So there was a pack here. It wasn't as far as Crimson Dreams, although what puppies would be doing so close to the sea he could not imagine. Still, perhaps someone knew a thing or two. What distracted him was a sweet smell he had never encountered before. What manner of wolf lived here, that he could not tell. Sure, some wolves cooked, his meal with Bane a testament to that. But never before had he smelled something so sweet and sticky. He cautiously approached the pack lands, looking for any sign of pups. Nothing.
Two possibilities before him. He could either creep into the lands and hope for the best or he could call out. The grey male paused, his heart beating wildly in his chest. With a determined look on his face, the Vitis crossed the border and followed his nose towards the smell. The sigh which greeted him made him look on in confusion, unaware that he was, in fact, in plain sight of the other wolf.