Post by Kyren on Nov 21, 2011 23:05:20 GMT -5
Shard liked what he saw here. Light and shadow fought for control underneath the tree line as the breeze rustled the leaves. His senses were alive listening to the sounds of birds above, chipmunks and other small prey below, as well as the millions of scents that had his nose working overtime. A pack would thrive here. The pack he would soon create would thrive here.
The male timber wolf was large, with power pronounced in every stride he took. His coat, predominately black with other shades of grey mixed in was good at helping him hide in shadows at night. However, right now it was daylight and he had no plans of hiding from anything today. Slowing to a walk Shard continued his trek checking for signs of other wolves, and any other predators that would be a threat. Wolves had obviously been here, that much he could tell, but where they still in the area?
Eventually he found himself at the top of a waterfall, looking down at the world below him. Yes, this had to be the best place any wolf could find to create a pack. Now it would be his. Lifting his muzzle to the sky Shard let out a long deep howl, carrying his voice for all the wolves in the area to hear.
Turning about he started to walk down from the way he’d came. He didn’t travel far, just a few more feet off, and again repeated his call. The truth was, he just didn’t much care for waterfalls. Not to say he was scared of them, or felt there was any logic against them, he just…didn’t like the memories that they offered. Still, this place had anything and everything a pack could want. There were dens to sleep in, water for drinking, forest areas to roam, and lots prey. Shard continued standing where he was now, and for a third time lifted his how to the sky, daring any to refuse his right to this land. Shard wasn’t worried whether his call was answered or not, he was confident he’d win any fight he entered.
The male timber wolf was large, with power pronounced in every stride he took. His coat, predominately black with other shades of grey mixed in was good at helping him hide in shadows at night. However, right now it was daylight and he had no plans of hiding from anything today. Slowing to a walk Shard continued his trek checking for signs of other wolves, and any other predators that would be a threat. Wolves had obviously been here, that much he could tell, but where they still in the area?
Eventually he found himself at the top of a waterfall, looking down at the world below him. Yes, this had to be the best place any wolf could find to create a pack. Now it would be his. Lifting his muzzle to the sky Shard let out a long deep howl, carrying his voice for all the wolves in the area to hear.
Turning about he started to walk down from the way he’d came. He didn’t travel far, just a few more feet off, and again repeated his call. The truth was, he just didn’t much care for waterfalls. Not to say he was scared of them, or felt there was any logic against them, he just…didn’t like the memories that they offered. Still, this place had anything and everything a pack could want. There were dens to sleep in, water for drinking, forest areas to roam, and lots prey. Shard continued standing where he was now, and for a third time lifted his how to the sky, daring any to refuse his right to this land. Shard wasn’t worried whether his call was answered or not, he was confident he’d win any fight he entered.
Throw up ranks when you can!
