Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

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Posted on August 22, 2012 at 04:41:13 AM by Nastrix

It was a hot one today. Even with the gentle breeze crossing the wide river, the chestnut wolf couldn't help but pant heavily as he splashed around in the shallows by the river bed. Long, black forelegs smacked the water forecfully, blackened paws attempting to catch the silvery fished that flashed by just under the surface of the swift water. His blackened ears were held at strange angles, flicking here and there as they caught even the most delicate of sounds in his immediate area. For the fox marked wolf, they were his eyes... His real eyes never having been of any use in their hazy, blue glaze he'd been born with.

Blindness had never seemed to hold Nastrix back, not since the day he'd been born out in Ice Pack. He was one of the most wild and energetic children of his large family and was never one to be contained, hence the near year and a half sabbatical he'd taken to tour lands outside of Wolf Mountain. At only a year and a half old, not even fully matured, he'd set off on his own to face the world. Now, at just over three years of age, he had returned... Yet, still in the weeks he'd been around, Nastrix couldn't find the strength to venture back into Ice.

He was sure it would be different now... When he'd first left, it was shortly after the death of his father. There was much mourning and the air of grief had all but driven him mad in his pack, becoming the reason he'd left in the first place. It was driving him insane to be surrounded by depression, every single thing reminding him of his father, the only blood parent he had ever really known. Sure, Flaming Rose had been right there to take care of him, as he was still a bit young to take care of himself. It was very nice of her and he'd grown to appreciate her almost as his mother... But it wasn't the same. And as soon as he could hunt and fend for himself, he just had to leave. That was it. As he found that he could function through this loss, he felt it time to return home... though that was proving to be a bit more difficult than he first thought.

Nastrix's pale, foggy blue eyes shot up from the blank stare he'd held at the white water while he'd been splashing, staring at an awkward, slight upward angle a bit further down the river. His blackened ears perked tall, fluffy white center shivering slightly with the breeze. His blackened, white tipped tail raised out of the water and gave a few gentle wags at the sound of laughter that sent jets of droplets spraying to either side. That was a sound her liked to her, laughter. In most cases, it indicated good disposition, meaning that the other creature was approachable. There were a few cases that didn't follow suit, but in his travels Nastrix had found it to be a general rule only broken by a few detached cases.

In any case, the sound of a lovely female laughter met the wolf with a bit of curiosity, his panting face pulling back in a smile. Tongue still lolling out of his mouth, the fox marked brute pranced through the water down river shallows, his white splashed chest pushed through the river quite easily. He was a wolf of substantial size, much taller than the normal Northern breed, but held a narrow elegance to him. The combination of size and shape had the water parting to either size with easy, his travel through the shallows quite unhindered.

The brute's blackened ears twitched at a rapid rate, catching the sounds around him and feeling for how they reverberated off of objects. It was a strange form of mild echolocation, the only way the blind wolf had ever managed to see. Because of this dependence, his ears had grown rather sensitive, far more so than the average canine. Hearing the soft, odd rustle of foliage as it batter lightly against the fem's paws when the wind stirred, Nastrix though himself to be at a decent distance to greet the girl, just about six meters away upriver.

He stopped, chest deep in the coursing river, and tilted his head to the side. The brute's foggy blue gaze lined up slightly to the left of the other canine, not quite on center with her position, white tipped tail waging and sending small amounts of water to splash in the shallows behind him. "Hello?" Nastrix greeted with a slightly cautious, curious greeting. He waited for her response, hoping it would help him to better gauge her location.

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