White Fang
Life-✬-And-ღ-Love-✬-Is-ღ-A-✬-Warzone
I am~ "Wandering among the forest."
My current emotion~ "Apathetic."
My relationship status~ "Single I believe."
Seeing as the situation slowly begin to cease the large brute stood up to his full height and shook out his multi-colored pelt, small fragments of sticks and particles of dust falling free from his fur. Looking back towards the border once more White Fang took a small step sideways before turning completely and taking his leave, departing without any indication of his presence being there within the shadows. He padded along the tree line, weaving in and out from the thin trees as the shadows danced among his coat. His movements were limber and contained a steady rhythm like a beating drum, never lose the heart of the song within. His stride stood long and swift along with his muscles tense and rippling in preparation for anything. The brute was a cautious one and hardly ever let his guard down. He may live within a pack but the rules of the loner still surged through his veins. Pausing momentarily his snout rose towards the sky as he inhaled deeply, sniffing out the multiple scents the wind carried. He pondered for a moment if he should return to camp or go about his way and stay in the forest a bit longer. Hearing that familiar fluttering buzz and feeling the clawing tug like a bear batting him the canis lupus knew the answer. Smirking to himself he averted his course and picked up the pace, paws quickly floating off the ground before silently thundering against it once more. The wind laced itself with it's smooth fingers along the surface of multiple strands, parting them before flattening them against his back once more.
Long legs gliding against the forest floor White Fang's knees bucked before he launched himself over a large fallen log. His fore legs landed first along with his hind ones that moved underneath, fumbling up his movements but the brute was quick to gather himself and continued on running. Looking at his surroundings the trees passed by as a fuzzy blur but he was able to make out his location, he was far from the camp but close to his destination. Taking a sharp turn his hind legs curved under him before he lunged his body to side and slid for a moment, claws scarping against the ground to cause friction. Kicking up dirt his claws left long jagged marks before he abandoned them behind. White Fang enjoyed a harsh run, battering himself around to see how easily or difficult it is for him to make sharp turns without his body sliding out under him. His claws always came in handy though and manage to stay standing when he slides. Slowing down his stride eased for moment before he stopped completely. Hollow eyes scanning the forest he quietly walked up to the shallow pond that glistened brightly from the sun rays reflecting. Dipping his muzzle into the clear water he hovered over it before lapping it up with his long pink tongues. Drinking his full he picked his head up and shook out his fur, droplets of water trickling down his throat and onto his chest. Sighing softly the brute knew he had to return to camp and did so, taking one last glance at the serene pond before turning his back on it, following the long path back to the camp.
