01-09-2012, 12:56 AM
wc:264
Dirty brown paws moved thought the lands, the male vowed that he would check out every pack lands at least once before he even thought about making a pack believe that he was something that they needed. The hybrid male knew that he couldn’t very well offer his full loyalty to a pack or clan if he did not know what they stood for. Rojo did not want to just join any old group. He was very good at being strong willed that way.
The male moved though the land of the loners as he found the scent of a pack, the male lowered his nose down to the ground following the trail that was clearly marked by some other beings.
The hybrid male stopped just short of the borders, he lifted a paw, almost trying to pump him-self up into moving further, he wanted to dishonor the family that told him to leave, to leave and never come back. He wanted them to see him doing something so wrong that they dared to fight him, he would kill them, he would kill them just as he had the pack (or well he assumed since not many are able to live past a fire)
The hybrid male was not able to move forward, so he figured he would let them know he was here.
Yipping as he took his muzzle to the sky, then bring it down he looked around as he started to pace back and forth. He wanted to know they this pack was worthy of having the title of a pack. It would give him the knowledge if he needed to destroy these lands, ignore them or think about joining them.
Dirty brown paws moved thought the lands, the male vowed that he would check out every pack lands at least once before he even thought about making a pack believe that he was something that they needed. The hybrid male knew that he couldn’t very well offer his full loyalty to a pack or clan if he did not know what they stood for. Rojo did not want to just join any old group. He was very good at being strong willed that way.
The male moved though the land of the loners as he found the scent of a pack, the male lowered his nose down to the ground following the trail that was clearly marked by some other beings.
The hybrid male stopped just short of the borders, he lifted a paw, almost trying to pump him-self up into moving further, he wanted to dishonor the family that told him to leave, to leave and never come back. He wanted them to see him doing something so wrong that they dared to fight him, he would kill them, he would kill them just as he had the pack (or well he assumed since not many are able to live past a fire)
The hybrid male was not able to move forward, so he figured he would let them know he was here.
Yipping as he took his muzzle to the sky, then bring it down he looked around as he started to pace back and forth. He wanted to know they this pack was worthy of having the title of a pack. It would give him the knowledge if he needed to destroy these lands, ignore them or think about joining them.