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The right place was never found. After a few minutes more of wandering about in the rain, Jaden gave into his discomfort and decided it was useless. His body would be challenged the next day... if the weather let up. Hopefully the pain in him would dull with to healing powers of time. With the thought, he decided that maybe a few days wait would be more sensible.
With no will to stay in the rain any longer the injured wolf began to wonder around the reserve in search of a place to take shelter. He knew of the den where they kept supplies, as he had added to it himself, but it was a fair distance away. It would be much easier to find a thick tree to sit under or other woodland shelter on the way.
His blue eyes wondered about the natural scenery around him and he scented the air every so often. He was looking for the mark of his packmates. It was a habit as of late. It interested him to know who of their group was out and about on the land. To his dismay, there weren’t any extremely fresh scents to be found. It got him wondering what the others might be doing at that moment while he was strolling through the rain. No doubt most had sensibly found shelter from the storm.
The cache found his occupied mind faster then it would have had he been concentrating alone on finding the dry area. He could smell a fresh scent now and it was none other but his dear friend X’yrin. The rain had dampened the heavy scent that accompanied her otherwise light feminine odor and he was only just begging to pick it out of the soggy earth when he crossed the threshold into the den.
It was overpowering. The smell of her was so blatantly saturated into the small space. It warmed him in ways her simple scent usually didn’t. He froze and let out a shallow huff after he took in a deep breath of it. He found her lounging on a pile of furs and managed a warm smile, not fully able to hide the interest it sparked behind the eyes that wondered over her finely shaped frame. My friend, It is nice to see you, He stood a bit tall, having let his cradling arm drop upon entering to her scent. If there was anything he wanted to appear as right then, it wasn’t weak or wounded.
Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.
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