02-16-2011, 09:05 PM
Perhaps he had been better off on his own after all. The idea had crossed the black wolfs troubled mind more then once in the days following the storm that seemed to have destroyed a large portion of the territory. " Not to mention a good portion of the pack." he said out loud, a touch of bitterness in his voice. The golden eyes narrowed as they scanned the broken and splintered trees that littered the land, having collapsed under a mix of snow and wind. The large paws of his Secui form avoiding the sharpened tips of both wood and ice as he navigated through the forest. With nothing but the occasional sound of a song bird and the bursts of wind that somehow had managed to penetrate the wall of trees that remained was helping to calm him. He had needed to get away for a little while. Away from injured friends and the added responsibility of caring for them. Ookami and Adonia had each other to lean on, but he wasn't so sure about the wolfess Jace. Perhaps he would see how she was doing. . .
A large sigh escaped from his muzzle, causing the frosty air from his breath to rise up around him as he looked to the ground. His eyes closing as if that would be all it took to stop the realization he was coming to. Even out here in this frozen wasteland, as far as he had traveled to get away from things he knew there was no escaping it. He was starting to care about the wolves here in the Valley on a level deeper then just a need to survive. "Gah!" he growled, jerking his head to the side as if some invisible force had struck him across the muzzle. His gaze shifted off to the side in his frustration with himself, trying to look away from something that wasn't even there. That is when his eyes focused on something unexpected, something unusual. The small red stain painted the leaf in an all the familiar color; blood. The black wolf narrowed his eyes as he leaned closer to the dried speck that was clinging to the foliage. It had been there for awhile, that much he could tell.
Kami could see them now, the foot prints that were already half buried in snow. The size and shape, while almost unreadable by now were fairly clear to the experienced hunter. They were the prints of a Luperci and one that he thought he recognized, by smell at least. The tracks were running perpendicular to the direction that Kami had been traveling, but his curiosity was peaked. He had come this far into the Valley because he thought it was not usually traveled by many of the other members. " Someones just out hunting. . ." he thought, remembering the dried blood. It definitely made sense, there were plenty of wolves that were to injured to hunt for themselves now. Branching out to other parts of the Valley to find prey wasn't really a bad idea, but he couldn't help wondering. His decision made, Kami took off in the direction the Luperci had traveled. The glimpses of a splash of red on white occasionally catching his eye as traveled, becoming more and more concerned as the prints became increasingly staggered. The power of his Secui form carrying him more quickly now as the concern about what he might find on the other end of these tracks grew.
The soft shape leaning against the solitary tree went unnoticed by the dark wolf at first. It was the smell that caught his attention as the wind changed and carried the scent to him. This time he did recognize it distinct scent of Falgar. The two wolves had really only met once before, and it had been a brief one at that. As Kami approached the tree, his head low and his eyes focused on nothing but the nearly motionless body of the younger wolf. Silently, Kami circled around the tree to be directly in front of his pack mate. The frigid breeze cutting through this clearing like a sharp knife that was cutting nearly straight to the bone. It certainly was not a comfortable place to be for Kami, and clearly not for Falgar either. The boy looked to be exhausted, in pain, and with an expression that was not unlike Kamis. The cheerful and outgoing wolf that he had met on the borders so many weeks ago seemed to have been replaced with someone else out here in this barren field.
" What in the hell are you doing out here like this?" he asked gruffly, eying the wrist that the other wolf seemed to be shielding from the elements. Kami was sure a more friendly and empathetic voice would have been welcomed by Falgar. Judging by the shape he was in though, there wouldn't be much complaint.
A large sigh escaped from his muzzle, causing the frosty air from his breath to rise up around him as he looked to the ground. His eyes closing as if that would be all it took to stop the realization he was coming to. Even out here in this frozen wasteland, as far as he had traveled to get away from things he knew there was no escaping it. He was starting to care about the wolves here in the Valley on a level deeper then just a need to survive. "Gah!" he growled, jerking his head to the side as if some invisible force had struck him across the muzzle. His gaze shifted off to the side in his frustration with himself, trying to look away from something that wasn't even there. That is when his eyes focused on something unexpected, something unusual. The small red stain painted the leaf in an all the familiar color; blood. The black wolf narrowed his eyes as he leaned closer to the dried speck that was clinging to the foliage. It had been there for awhile, that much he could tell.
Kami could see them now, the foot prints that were already half buried in snow. The size and shape, while almost unreadable by now were fairly clear to the experienced hunter. They were the prints of a Luperci and one that he thought he recognized, by smell at least. The tracks were running perpendicular to the direction that Kami had been traveling, but his curiosity was peaked. He had come this far into the Valley because he thought it was not usually traveled by many of the other members. " Someones just out hunting. . ." he thought, remembering the dried blood. It definitely made sense, there were plenty of wolves that were to injured to hunt for themselves now. Branching out to other parts of the Valley to find prey wasn't really a bad idea, but he couldn't help wondering. His decision made, Kami took off in the direction the Luperci had traveled. The glimpses of a splash of red on white occasionally catching his eye as traveled, becoming more and more concerned as the prints became increasingly staggered. The power of his Secui form carrying him more quickly now as the concern about what he might find on the other end of these tracks grew.
The soft shape leaning against the solitary tree went unnoticed by the dark wolf at first. It was the smell that caught his attention as the wind changed and carried the scent to him. This time he did recognize it distinct scent of Falgar. The two wolves had really only met once before, and it had been a brief one at that. As Kami approached the tree, his head low and his eyes focused on nothing but the nearly motionless body of the younger wolf. Silently, Kami circled around the tree to be directly in front of his pack mate. The frigid breeze cutting through this clearing like a sharp knife that was cutting nearly straight to the bone. It certainly was not a comfortable place to be for Kami, and clearly not for Falgar either. The boy looked to be exhausted, in pain, and with an expression that was not unlike Kamis. The cheerful and outgoing wolf that he had met on the borders so many weeks ago seemed to have been replaced with someone else out here in this barren field.
" What in the hell are you doing out here like this?" he asked gruffly, eying the wrist that the other wolf seemed to be shielding from the elements. Kami was sure a more friendly and empathetic voice would have been welcomed by Falgar. Judging by the shape he was in though, there wouldn't be much complaint.