~Red*Face~ IP: 93.205.87.71 Posted on September 2, 2012 at 08:00:09 AM by Caranthir
The wolf padded towards the river on his silent red paws. He wondered slightly where his father and brother were at this point, and if they had had any luck so far in finding creatures who were willing to join them in their realm. Then Caranthir wondered why Jak-nar had left I Nossė Fėanįrova in the first place. Surely, it hadn't been something the mostly black and red wolf had said to the former warrior...?
Caranthir froze when a scent hit his nostrils--the scent of a she-wolf. The male's blue-grey gaze scanned the area, and he eventually sighted a little den several yards away from the river. A canine's head was poking out from the den, but then it disappeared inside the den's shadows almost immediately. Narrowing his eyes, Caranthir padded slowly towards the den. "...Excuse me...?" he called out softly. Sure, Caranthir was known for his harsh temper, but for crying out loud, he, too, had manners, and his anger only showed when he was in an actual fight. The tricolored wolf sat a few feet in front of the she-wolf's den, wondering if she would come back out. Replies: There have been no replies.
