New Beginning, New Acquaintances

Liam Catori · 10-26-2011, 06:07 PM

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Funny how Maddi always brings out the muse necessary to write large posts. =) Any Crimson Dreamer feel free to jump in whenever! Set on October 27th. ↔ 740 words

Slowly but surely things were getting a little better for the brown wolf. With the nightmares of war behind him he was beginning to heal – both physically and emotionally. He had actually awakened this morning feeling rested and ready to face the day. Ever since the first raid, when he'd fought alongside Robin and Ayasha, the young brown wolf had suffered from nightmares and his sleeping habits had been greatly affected, waking at odd hours of the night, unable to fall back asleep. On the bright side, he was considering a co-rank – the co-rank of Apothecary. If there was one good thing that had come out of the war, it was that Liam felt more confident about his future than he had ever been. He had learned a new talent and was developing it further. He was a good healer and he really liked the feeling in the pit of his stomach at the thought of being responsible for healing his pack-mates and potentially saving lives. To make things even better, he didn't have to be on the battlefield to make a difference in the pack. He liked that very much – because let's face it, fighting was just not his thing.

He had spent part of the early morning at Chien Hotel, doing odd chores and tasks around the area. He had checked up on his siblings at around nine, playing with them a little and catching up with the family members that had been at the house before heading off again. Fifteen minutes later, Liam found himself looking for something to do – he wasn't in the mood to spend the rest of the day at the hotel and Robin was nowhere to be found so he couldn't go bug her to play with him. Then again he wasn't really in the mood to play either. His body still ached a little from fighting Guardians and he still had a couple stitches and bandages. If he moved too much or did something wrong he could be a pretty bloody mess in a matter of seconds.

That was how the brown pelted Catori boy found his way heading west. He reached the pack borders but he didn't stop, his long legs carrying him aimlessly forward. He had his rucksack hanging on one shoulder, the brown bag carrying some medical items he'd found in Halifax a couple weeks ago. His leather necklace and its bone pendant hung loosely around his neck and his long dark brown mane hung in a loose ponytail at the back of his head. He walked for a long time, the cool wind whipping at his face barely noticeable. As November loomed, ever closer, Liam could feel the significant change in weather. Winter was fast approaching – the unknown about to fall over the land. The snow, the wind, the cold... it was all new to the Catori but he wasn't all that scared. He was looking forward to change – maybe this new scenery that winter was promising would help him forget about the events of the Fall. A new season, new memories. It seemed like a good motto to stand by.

It was near evening by the time Liam came to a full on halt. He had stopped along the way to hunt a midday lunch but otherwise he'd kept on walking. Now different smells told him he had arrived at his destination – a destination he hadn't known he'd been seeking out up until now. Liam ran a padded, furry hand through his messy ponytail. His ears perked up at the sound of the leaves rustling, quickly followed by a rabbit as it hopped into his path, only to scurry away at the sight of him. Liam grinned to himself as he continued on a few paces, his eyes darting back and forth curiously. He was approaching Crimson Dreams, he could smell it. Wolves that he had never met before were in pretty close proximity, as well as some he recognized from when they'd fought together a week and a half ago. When he reached the borders, Liam let out a loud howl, making his presence known. He was not a threat; only a friendly face that wished to know about the neighboring pack's well-being following the Aniwayan raid. Liam knew some Crimson Dreamers knew Vigilante, so he hoped his own scent would be familiar, considering he was the King's son.

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