Post by Linden on Jun 28, 2014 13:55:26 GMT -3
It had been a few moons since the packs had split. The majority had fled, the dogs and the wolves who cared for the dogs had long since vanished from this territory. At first, Linden had been afraid they were only biding their time, waiting to catch Linden and his pack off guard to strike back, but after so long without even a sniff of them near their borders, it was becoming more likely that the split was permanent. And like he'd wanted for season upon season, Linden was now Fenrir, leader of the Snake Pack. His word was law, nobody had the rank to defy or nullify his orders.
Padding through the camp, watching the wolves go about their duties. He caught sight of the silver-furred female, Isali, padding into the camp, and he eyed her appreciatively as she appeared. Rogue that she had been, she was shaping up to be an ideal pack member... he paused as she hesitated upon seeing him, her ears flicking warily. A frown, and he started toward her, pausing when a new scent caught his attention. She eased to one side, her head turning to look behind her, and Linden took a step closer, his ears pinning back as a growl rumbled in his throat. "Who's out there?"
Padding through the camp, watching the wolves go about their duties. He caught sight of the silver-furred female, Isali, padding into the camp, and he eyed her appreciatively as she appeared. Rogue that she had been, she was shaping up to be an ideal pack member... he paused as she hesitated upon seeing him, her ears flicking warily. A frown, and he started toward her, pausing when a new scent caught his attention. She eased to one side, her head turning to look behind her, and Linden took a step closer, his ears pinning back as a growl rumbled in his throat. "Who's out there?"
