Aplos Riverside
Moladion’s powerful, winding river...
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He danced ever closer to the borders of Glorall, his idle explorations of the packlands growing duller by the day. Even his seagull friend Charlie couldn't keep him entertained today. He needed more stimulation, someone to converse with that would actually talk back! The older wolves seemed quite busy, getting ready for new litters to be born. He as excited about new pups being born but at the same time, he would now be older than them so he wouldn't understand them as well. He needed wolves his own age to talk to. So he wndered ever closer, toeing the borders until he found his way skipping across them. There, that wasn't so hard! But immediately he curled himself closer to the ground as if fearing instant retaliation for tresspassing out of the pack lands. His parents had cautioned him to stay in Glorall after all. Why else would they say that if not to keep him safe from harm? And yet nothing was happening. His ears swiveled around but he didn't hear anything but the silence of nature. So was he alright? He looked down at himself. He certainly seemed to be. He checked his tail, swishing it to make sure it worked. It seemed to. Okay, so all good! His jaws parted, his tongue lolling out in a pant of excitement now as he turned and practically loped away from Glorall, not sure at all where he was going. He found himself moving toward another body of water though. Seems he was attracted to the darn things or something. Or maybe he was just on a big island or something. Oh no! He hated the idea of being trapped. His ears flicked back as he watched the water, reaching down to sniff it. No, it was different than the water in Glorall. It was moving rapidly and making roaring noises. It didn't make waves like his water at home but even so it still looked fierce and untamed. He followed it for a little while, watching it dip and turn around boulders and logs that floated. A few times he thought about jumping in but then would talk himself right out it. Probably not a smart idea. He didn't know this water like he knew the water in Glorall. He stopped at a part where it bent off in two different directions, a fork of sort. He tilted his head transfixed. How did it do that? Did the land allow it to happen or did it just take what it wanted and drove a way through the earth to get to its desired destination? He blinked, plopping down on his haunches as if he could figure it all out by staring. Triton male.1 year old.35' 140#.born to Inanna x Thor.bound to none.mated to none.father to none.Glorall |