05-11-2011, 12:27 PM
As Roran's new rank implied, he was supposed to meet and learn about all of the other packs, he already knew some about 2 of the packs, so he then decided to come and see the Inferni pack. He had traveled some time, often getting distracted with playing with strangers, or just random exploring. Though after about a day and a half of walking/running, he finally found himself nearing the packs border.
He stopped, knowing that he was near the border, due to the rather odd looking display of the border. He walked up to the nearest head on a stick and coolly examined it. He sniffed the head and then simply looked along the long ongoing row of the staked heads that acted as the border. He was surprised, he didnt think anyone did such things, but though he was surprised, he wasn't afraid. He was a brave wolf, even if he was just BARELY over the age of a year.
He was an important part of Pheonix Valley with his rank, or so he thought. He walked a few feet from the stakes back away from the border and then turned towards the border and sat down. He scratched his ear with a hind leg for a few seconds before he returned to his calm sitting position. He threw his head back and let out a long howl of greetings.
Just sitting there he was a very hard wolf to miss. He had a bright white coat and deep blue eyes. He was still very playful and kind, and barely ever became angry, though he was more than willing to play-fight with a new friend, or a stranger even. He stopped the howl and then simply moved his butt to become comfortable and sat there, waiting to see if anyone was close enough to have heard his howl, and if so if anyone would respond to it.
He stopped, knowing that he was near the border, due to the rather odd looking display of the border. He walked up to the nearest head on a stick and coolly examined it. He sniffed the head and then simply looked along the long ongoing row of the staked heads that acted as the border. He was surprised, he didnt think anyone did such things, but though he was surprised, he wasn't afraid. He was a brave wolf, even if he was just BARELY over the age of a year.
He was an important part of Pheonix Valley with his rank, or so he thought. He walked a few feet from the stakes back away from the border and then turned towards the border and sat down. He scratched his ear with a hind leg for a few seconds before he returned to his calm sitting position. He threw his head back and let out a long howl of greetings.
Just sitting there he was a very hard wolf to miss. He had a bright white coat and deep blue eyes. He was still very playful and kind, and barely ever became angry, though he was more than willing to play-fight with a new friend, or a stranger even. He stopped the howl and then simply moved his butt to become comfortable and sat there, waiting to see if anyone was close enough to have heard his howl, and if so if anyone would respond to it.