The morning dew wet the white paws of Sinclair as he woke his muscles with the movement of border patrol. His dense undercoat kept him warm from the chill breeze, though the luxury of his astounding long, fluffy over coat was flattened when the wind blew over it, causing it to ripple like morph like wispy clouds. Sinclair yawned and stretched his neck upwards into a dot of sun that filtered through some of the trees on Glorall’s boarder. The light illuminated the silver touched fur along his top line, and made the cinnamon patch between his shoulder blades glow with fire. He was coming into his large paws and ears, and developing the well know princely look of Heyel’s kin. Sinclair was his grandson, and anyone that knew the aging wolf in his younger years could tell that Sin had inherited his grandfather’s build. What seemed to naturally come to him was moving on silent paws and despite his solid build, he seemed to move weightless across the land.
Sin lowered his head as he paused to sniff at a boarder marker, searching for signs of disturbance of it. When there was none, Sin moved on and attended the other markers on the border. As he traveled between a few of them, though, he caught a smell that surprised him. It was out of the ordinary on his daily patrols, though he knew it was a wolf of the pack. Osiris was Celesdue’s son, though Sinclair had never met the wolf. He had only heard the name from his time with Tesseract. Sinclair couldn’t remember the last time he had smelled his peer’s scent strongly, and he was curious as to what the wolf in training was up to. Maybe a mission?
With a quick swish of his tail, Sin decided to investigate. He wanted more friends in Glorall. He had Cersei, which he found was more than enough, but she was on track to be a queen, and Sin wanted friends he could share his job with. Maybe Osiris had decided on a path and was now trying to prove to Tesseract that he had the drive to be an active participant in the Glorall hierarchy? Sin took long strides as he followed the trail of the other male pup. When he came into view, it appeared he was doing much the same thing Sin was doing – searching for what was unordinary.
Sin barked in greeted from a ways off, and waved his tail. “It’s good to see you about Glorall, Osiris,” Sinclair called to him before he approached and stopped a wolf length’s away, “Are you training right now?” If he was, the depending on the mission the wolf was on, Sinclair would leave him in peace. If it was acceptable, Sinclair was eager to join Osiris, though shy about it. Sinclair wasn’t an outgoing wolf, thought Cersei had helped with his confidence in interacting with others. He’d learned that all he must do was be friendly and not worry too much about what to subjects to discuss. Conversation usually came naturally if he allowed himself to be open to small talk. |