the world's more full of weeping
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Zalen had asked him to relay work to Soran, but sadly the task had taken him longer than he intended. His dusty paws had brought him almost full circle in the packlands before he realized that he had been trailing her scent markers. Rather embarrassed the male had spent a small amount of time sulking and hunting before he had started again. He knew the woman, he had seen her and her mate at the ceremony a half moon previous. Though he hadn't spoken too her, thought others he learned exactly who she was and in thus he had learned her scent. Now with his mind actually on the task at hand Thoirni set forward once more to find the woman and deliver the words of their soon to be alpha. It felt almost like heresy to do so on the lands they currently called their pack.. but he knew these lands were not for him, and from what Zalen had spoken of Soran felt the same.

He had been after her scent a while until it was so fresh he knew that the woman must be near. Instead of invading her privacy he sat back on his thick muscular haunches and tilted his head towards the sky. The song he let forth spoke of his need to speak with her and urgency. The last words of the song died away as he let his head slowly dip back down to earth. The grey and gold male now would play the game of waiting, for there was nothing more he could do.


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