09-24-2012, 01:50 PM
Surprisingly, the caverns’ gloom were soothing, they smelt of pack, of skins, of furs and a myriad other smells. The grizzled grey wolf had only been one of the pack for a few days now, but already he felt the land gaining a hold of him. The listless melancholia had abated, and his young spirit, made old by conflict, had begun to heal. His birth pack were never far from his mind, but the sadness of their memories had eased. Einarr still had nightmares, but sleep was not quite as difficult as it had been, of course there were good and bad nights. Unfortunately, he was still unfamiliar with many of the passages and tunnels, and while he did not mind exploring, indeed his tactician’s mind insisted he learn the terrain, it was sometimes tedious. He could easily find the exits, the scent of fresh air always wafted through the tunnels, but specific locations were more difficult.
Now he was lost, well that was perhaps inaccurate, he was unaware where the location was he wished to be in relation to himself, it was a subtle distinction, but to the grey wolf, an important one. Luckily the tunnels remained a constant temperature day or night, not to hot and not to cold, which meant he was at his leisure to explore, still, it might have been useful to find someone who knew their way around better than himself. He stood, the enormous Secui moving his head slowly, catching sounds and scents and slowly loping forwards.
Now he was lost, well that was perhaps inaccurate, he was unaware where the location was he wished to be in relation to himself, it was a subtle distinction, but to the grey wolf, an important one. Luckily the tunnels remained a constant temperature day or night, not to hot and not to cold, which meant he was at his leisure to explore, still, it might have been useful to find someone who knew their way around better than himself. He stood, the enormous Secui moving his head slowly, catching sounds and scents and slowly loping forwards.