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Glorall
Disaster has struck! |
THE HERE AND NOWALPHA OF GLORALL
Elohim |
| Luk
(Three) (No Imprint) (No Mate) (Glorall) |
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Seagulls screamed overhead and waves crashed down below. It was the familiar sounds of Glorall that comforted Luk and helped him out of his rut. The paw steps behind him were not so familiar and neither was the smell. His head lurched up suddenly to see another wolf of white and gold, oddly similar to his own color patterns, standing close behind him. Cursing himself mentally, the older boy stood up and eyed the pup suspiciously. He hated that he had let his guard down long enough to let someone sneak up on him. It was something he had to work on and he made a mental note. Dark ears twisted forwards as he listened to the pup, who was only a year younger than himself. His scent was fresh, not yet tainted by the salt that stuck to everything in Glorall. ”I’m Luk.” he said, ignoring Panzer’s first comments. Following his gaze, Luk looked out at the small island that held many secrets and shrugged. ”It’s a part of our territory, but I don’t know what’s out there. I have never been. Can’t say I’m much of a swimmer. Too heavy.” And heavy he was. Though he was only three, it was obvious the tri-colored pup was going to grow into a power house. Large muscles rested under a thick layer of fur and a massive body was held up by long legs and huge, golden paws. Luk smiled and sat on his haunches, feeling no threat from the newcomer. ”What brings you to Glorall? Did you come with your folks?” he asked, genuinely curious. Most of the youngsters here were born here and had a strong bond with their siblings. Luk was alone, far away from his birth pack. He had no one. |