03-09-2011, 09:13 PM
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What had the storm done to the world beyond the Valley? Had it devastated the other packs like it had Phoenix Valley. Had they lost buildings, animals... members? The storm had been tragic. Everything was piles of white and ice. Broken trees lay near limp to the ground in their tired stance. Younger trees blown over, branches broken and strewn about like discarded bones. The world needed time to recuperate. Tala needed time to make sure that her friends outside of the Valley were safe.
That was why she had started the trek through the snow. Paws on vile frozen white substance made her feel cold and worn. Tala needed her horse. He would have a home again soon, then she could acquire him. The beast would make this journey less painful as well as cut the time in near half she could assume. Now, wouldn't that be nice?
The small dappled lithe frame made long time, the high banks of snow and broken flora caused many turns and unusual obstacles in her path. Curse the art pack for settling so far away from the Valley. Summer needed to settle in far sooner than it was due. What was the duration of time it had taken her to make the trek? The Djose woman almost didn't want to know. Her mind was set souly on finding the pack she had friends in. Their scent was faint here. Strong it grew, each step bringing her closer to a mind at ease. A maw was lifted into the air to make a curious howl. Her body halted and she stopped. Though she had been here before, had permission from Shawchert to visit, she would not just barge in like a common trespasser. Amber searched for a trace of familiar life. Tala hoped for the best.
It had been so long since she had heard any news of this pack and their well being. Tala was making it a personal matter to check for herself. So far, everyone she knew was alright. Would Cercatori change her good fortune?
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What had the storm done to the world beyond the Valley? Had it devastated the other packs like it had Phoenix Valley. Had they lost buildings, animals... members? The storm had been tragic. Everything was piles of white and ice. Broken trees lay near limp to the ground in their tired stance. Younger trees blown over, branches broken and strewn about like discarded bones. The world needed time to recuperate. Tala needed time to make sure that her friends outside of the Valley were safe.
That was why she had started the trek through the snow. Paws on vile frozen white substance made her feel cold and worn. Tala needed her horse. He would have a home again soon, then she could acquire him. The beast would make this journey less painful as well as cut the time in near half she could assume. Now, wouldn't that be nice?
The small dappled lithe frame made long time, the high banks of snow and broken flora caused many turns and unusual obstacles in her path. Curse the art pack for settling so far away from the Valley. Summer needed to settle in far sooner than it was due. What was the duration of time it had taken her to make the trek? The Djose woman almost didn't want to know. Her mind was set souly on finding the pack she had friends in. Their scent was faint here. Strong it grew, each step bringing her closer to a mind at ease. A maw was lifted into the air to make a curious howl. Her body halted and she stopped. Though she had been here before, had permission from Shawchert to visit, she would not just barge in like a common trespasser. Amber searched for a trace of familiar life. Tala hoped for the best.
It had been so long since she had heard any news of this pack and their well being. Tala was making it a personal matter to check for herself. So far, everyone she knew was alright. Would Cercatori change her good fortune?
"speech"