01-21-2012, 01:02 PM
OOC: Dated: 10th January
It had been almost a month since Alonso had last seen Kiara. Ever since she had run away he had hung around the area surrounding Drifter’s Bay more often, hoping to meet her again. Her timely warning about the Salsolans had most probably saved his life and he had been careful not to make the same mistake again. He had spent the last few weeks finding out all he could about Nova Scotia and was now much more aware on the history of the area and its wolves.
It was a beautiful winter’s morning when Alonso’s hunting brought him near Ichika no Ho-en. What first alerted him to the fact that he was nearing the territory was the smell of countless wolves in the area. As he thought back to the roughly drawn picture in the sand, a Luperci’s way of introducing him to Nova Scotia, he realized he was near Ichika no Ho-en’s territory. He could smell it in the air now, the woody smell of the land that he had previously smelt on Kiara. He sniffed his way around carefully, taking care not to accidently cross the border that he could smell. After a while, at a point he thought that the smell of Kiara was the strongest, he settled about ten feet away from the border waiting in the hope that she might pass by as she left the territory. A part of him realized the futility of the exercise, she might leave the territory today or not for weeks. But Alonso had been travelling for days and had yet to meet someone as friendly as Kiara. As he waited, he tipped his head back and howled – calling out to her and the people of her pack.
It had been almost a month since Alonso had last seen Kiara. Ever since she had run away he had hung around the area surrounding Drifter’s Bay more often, hoping to meet her again. Her timely warning about the Salsolans had most probably saved his life and he had been careful not to make the same mistake again. He had spent the last few weeks finding out all he could about Nova Scotia and was now much more aware on the history of the area and its wolves.
It was a beautiful winter’s morning when Alonso’s hunting brought him near Ichika no Ho-en. What first alerted him to the fact that he was nearing the territory was the smell of countless wolves in the area. As he thought back to the roughly drawn picture in the sand, a Luperci’s way of introducing him to Nova Scotia, he realized he was near Ichika no Ho-en’s territory. He could smell it in the air now, the woody smell of the land that he had previously smelt on Kiara. He sniffed his way around carefully, taking care not to accidently cross the border that he could smell. After a while, at a point he thought that the smell of Kiara was the strongest, he settled about ten feet away from the border waiting in the hope that she might pass by as she left the territory. A part of him realized the futility of the exercise, she might leave the territory today or not for weeks. But Alonso had been travelling for days and had yet to meet someone as friendly as Kiara. As he waited, he tipped his head back and howled – calling out to her and the people of her pack.