Private, Adelaida 500+
The chocolate and cream man was again in his halfling form, walking casually along the fine beach in the eastern part of Dahlia. Small snowflakes floated peacefully around him, dancing as the breeze sent them tumbling through the air. His face was turned towards the small island a bit off the shore. Although Dahlia had claimed the land around it and that the island was obviously a part of their land as well, he had never bothered with exploring it. Not yet at least, perhaps in the summer when the waters were warmer. The shallow water had a layer of ice, but further out the water moved freely, refusing to let the frost take control. The man shook his thick fur, and a cloud of white surrounded him for a brief moment. He lowered his face to the ground and dug the object up with his oversized paw. The cold ground refused to fully let it go, and the shell broke in half, leaving him with only one of two pieces. Useless. He abandoned it and continued to walk.
He should remark the borders today. The male was quite content with their claimed land. Half of it touched the sea, and so it was easier to keep an eye on trespassers. It would have soured his mood if he would have to walk around in circles day and night. Dahlia land had been strategically lined out, very much to his liking. The pack was large and still growing. Flayra was gone, according to the howl he had heard a week or so before. That child had always seemed somewhat distant to him, and at the pack hunt she had not seemed happy. Haku did not care about the loss of the child though, because puppies weren’t very useful around here anyway, and the female child had given him the impression of being frail. She had left because she was not happy (it was his bet, and those he had spoke to had barely known the girl at all), without trying to work things out with whoever scared her off. Haku did not like having weak members in his pack.
He wanted them all to be strong. Willow, Conor and Emwe was to grow up to be strong individuals and serve the pack just like their father. It would be tautological to relive what had happened to Coli with them. Fresh starts. Now when the pack was blooming, he had also played with the thought of requesting Cercelee to point out another sub leader to help administrate. It would also be very nice to have a buffer between Cercelee and himself, a third opinion. Firefly was too much like him, Mew held little interest, but the marked Head Warrior of the pack would have been a good choice. His short tail waved gently as he thought of the strange woman with warmth. His shoulder still ached somewhat from the wounds Cer had given him, and a mirror had revealed to him that his face was no longer free of scars. It had only been a question of time before it would have happened, but he had not imagined that the person that would scar him was his own leader for something he had done long before he came here and become her Lilium. |
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