Post by Reuben on Feb 6, 2019 18:28:51 GMT -5
- You seen my brother? -
"Crap." The sire mumbled with defeat, tan ears planing backward as he stood within the timber forest. The atmosphere looked nearly hazy with the dull, grey sky and the equally as boring flora and fauna. "Where the hell am I?" He murmured to himself, clear eyes that matched the little greenery that'd been shown mercy by the elements roaming. Did he seriously get himself lost? He hadn't known where he had been headed, to begin with, other than into the strong stench of a pack, so he wasn't exactly all too astonished by his momentary stupidity. But still, it was a little disheartening. With how big he assumed the pack was there wasn't a single wolf in sight. He had paused in his composed wake for a second to take everything in from the smell of piss to the damp stench of the earth.
He supposed he had been all along trying to find something; his little brother, whom he'd recently split up with after some unruly events that were out of his control. There was no sign of him either, though he'd lost track of the younger wolf days ago. He'd begun to worry, as much as he wouldn't admit it; he and his brother haven't ever been separated for more than at least two days. The lack of crude humor and reminiscence of their homeland left Clem feeling... alone. He'd dared come into pack territory for the idiot alone; he wasn't much of a pack wolf, but his brother had always been keen on settling down, at least til winter passed and left the land to reveal it's beauty and beckon them like sirens to explore.
Clement hoped his brother wasn't with a bunch of strangers. The thought left him unsettled and as much as he says he doesn't give a single shit of what happens to the younger of the two, he can't stomach the image of him being torn to shreds by some malevolent pieces of sh–. Yeah... he was missing his brother. Having no-one to one-up was really starting to get to him.
Clem strode forwards with some sort of arrogant confidence, yet his body language was oddly relaxed for a wolf waltzing into uncharted territory; an idea that, if he weren't in the situation that he was, was a much-welcomed one. Without his brother, though, it wasn't very fun. He wasn't looking to cause any trouble with the locals around here, as much as he's deprived of some sort of amusement– he was just here for his brother. His dense fur ruffled with the slight currents of the winter wind, a light dusting of snow now settling upon the earth that'd previously just thawed. His eyes were unfocused and his large paws pivoted in no particular direction. He just needed to find a damn wolf and ask if they've come across an annoying, smaller version of himself. A short puff of air blew from his onyx nostrils as he prowled forward.
He supposed he had been all along trying to find something; his little brother, whom he'd recently split up with after some unruly events that were out of his control. There was no sign of him either, though he'd lost track of the younger wolf days ago. He'd begun to worry, as much as he wouldn't admit it; he and his brother haven't ever been separated for more than at least two days. The lack of crude humor and reminiscence of their homeland left Clem feeling... alone. He'd dared come into pack territory for the idiot alone; he wasn't much of a pack wolf, but his brother had always been keen on settling down, at least til winter passed and left the land to reveal it's beauty and beckon them like sirens to explore.
Clement hoped his brother wasn't with a bunch of strangers. The thought left him unsettled and as much as he says he doesn't give a single shit of what happens to the younger of the two, he can't stomach the image of him being torn to shreds by some malevolent pieces of sh–. Yeah... he was missing his brother. Having no-one to one-up was really starting to get to him.
Clem strode forwards with some sort of arrogant confidence, yet his body language was oddly relaxed for a wolf waltzing into uncharted territory; an idea that, if he weren't in the situation that he was, was a much-welcomed one. Without his brother, though, it wasn't very fun. He wasn't looking to cause any trouble with the locals around here, as much as he's deprived of some sort of amusement– he was just here for his brother. His dense fur ruffled with the slight currents of the winter wind, a light dusting of snow now settling upon the earth that'd previously just thawed. His eyes were unfocused and his large paws pivoted in no particular direction. He just needed to find a damn wolf and ask if they've come across an annoying, smaller version of himself. A short puff of air blew from his onyx nostrils as he prowled forward.
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