⥀Sprite⥁
{Female}{Mate: Alastair}{Tags: Alastair}{Location: Clearing}
Sprite stayed behind a few feet. She let out a soft sigh, as in oh, not being able to let the words passed her closed maw. A defeated look on her face, she padded silently to Alastair, nuzzling into his fur, trying to comfort him as she rested her head on his back, her tail curling with his.
⥀Loki⥁
{Brute}{Crush: Open}{Tags: Orion}{Location: Clearing}
Spitting out dirt, Loki huffed and made his way out of the camp, in search of something new to do.
⥀Bolin⥁
{Brute}{Crush: Open}{Tags: Blitz}{Location: Clearing}
Picking up his head to look at Blizzard, he stood there immobilized. "No. No goodbyes, never again..." Bolin gently shook his head. They may never get as close, but he could never be able to leave saying goodbye. " Goodbye. means going away. And going away, means forgetting. And I won't do that again.." Bolin spoke, almost like a pup and this point. Turning around, he began to walk away. With no goodbye, no farewell. Just, a sentence. Lifting his head. Bolin saw something in the distance. A deer. No, not just one. A whole herd. Food began to come back! "Deer!" He yowled at no one in particular, but loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear.
{Female}{Mate: Alastair}{Tags: Alastair}{Location: Clearing}
Sprite stayed behind a few feet. She let out a soft sigh, as in oh, not being able to let the words passed her closed maw. A defeated look on her face, she padded silently to Alastair, nuzzling into his fur, trying to comfort him as she rested her head on his back, her tail curling with his.
⥀Loki⥁
{Brute}{Crush: Open}{Tags: Orion}{Location: Clearing}
Spitting out dirt, Loki huffed and made his way out of the camp, in search of something new to do.
⥀Bolin⥁
{Brute}{Crush: Open}{Tags: Blitz}{Location: Clearing}
Picking up his head to look at Blizzard, he stood there immobilized. "No. No goodbyes, never again..." Bolin gently shook his head. They may never get as close, but he could never be able to leave saying goodbye. " Goodbye. means going away. And going away, means forgetting. And I won't do that again.." Bolin spoke, almost like a pup and this point. Turning around, he began to walk away. With no goodbye, no farewell. Just, a sentence. Lifting his head. Bolin saw something in the distance. A deer. No, not just one. A whole herd. Food began to come back! "Deer!" He yowled at no one in particular, but loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear.