by XDinosaur » Sat Oct 19, 2019 4:33 am
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( guard - male - location;by the river - tags;Athan, Raven, Clover )
With a slight twitch of his left black ear, Conan woke from his sleep. His pale blue eyes immediately landing on the exit of the guard's den, catching a solid black mass in its view. He guessed it must've been Raven. And boy, did he stomp around like an angry bear when he walked out of the den. Maybe this was overexaggerated since his pawsteps were the cause of Conan's consciousness, but he did worry about the cause of Raven's aggression and what he planned to do with it. With that in mind, the large brute swiftly got to his paws and moved out of the den. His designated sleeping spot was near the entrance but further away from everyone else. While his enduring condition had gone, the thought of passing it to a packmate was a great fear of his. He wouldn't wish that life onto anyone. A few of his joints popped into place, making a crackling noise. He didn't bother looking to see if anyone else was awake. Perhaps that would have been important but Conan's drowsiness clouded his actions. He didn't even know why he wanted to follow Raven, his frustration was none of his business. But one thing was for sure, Conan felt like something bad was about to happen. He thought about waking up his sister, Kashmere, but she'd probably claw him for waking her up over an assumption.
However, his nerves did bring him back into the guards den for help. He walked up to the first canine he saw, Athanasia's pure white pelt, quickly prodding her in the side with a paw to wake her up. Once she was awake, he gave a tilt of his head towards the exit with concern in his eyes. Conan didn't want to wake up the whole pack so once outside, he explained what he witnessed in a whisper, "Raven appeared irate as he got up this morning... I really believe something is wrong." He hurried with his words, not wanting to lose track of Raven.
Stepping out of the camp, he caught a glimpse of Raven's black tail turning sharply around a tree as if he was chasing something. Confused, the black and white husky picked up his pace in order to catch up to his packmate, watching for Athan to do the same. The early morning sunlight swept across Conan's pelt, the trees obstructing it every once in a while as he sprinted through the shallow grass. The noise of the forest kept his steps nearly silent. The birds singing their early morning harmonies, squirrels scattering from limb to limb in a hurry. It was a familiar and beautiful sound to Conan now. Not being able to hear the sounds of the forest for the majority of his life from being concealed in a den, it allowed him to appreciate even the small things about this life. After locking his eyes on the jet black guard, they finally neared. Close enough to see another mass off in the distance walking. Conan now focused on hushing his footsteps. Who was he following? He looked to Athan, wondering if she saw the figure ahead too. "Who is that?"