ShadoWolf0913 wrote:Falcon's Eye
Falcon watched the two cats move away in silent amazement. Even after they were out of sight, she was still stunned, not having actually expected them to just walk away. Part of her almost wanted to follow them, to make sure they left Frost Pack's territory, but she knew it would be foolish and that she may end up provoking another confrontation. What she had to do now was hurry back to camp and report to Blizzard on what had happened. A wave of nervousness swept over her as she pictured the scene in her head of speaking to the Alpha. He scares me so much. What if he gets angry at me for trying to fight the cats instead of running straight back to camp? She trembled at the thought. But I have to tell him. It's my duty as a loyal member of the pack.
Without waiting to see if Torrent was following, Falcon spun around and began to retrace her footsteps along the path at a brisk run, but was quickly forced to a halt as she was painfully reminded of her shoulder injury. Wincing, she twisted around and gave the deep scratches a series of gentle licks. When she had finished, she got to her feet and started moving again, this time at a slow walk, trying hard not to limp too much.
~ S N O W F A L L ' S ~ T O R R E N T ~ | Adult Wolf | Omega Male
Torrent remained silent through the entire remainder of the encounter with the angry cats, terrified to his core for a seemingly childish reason. In all honesty, this poor little omega was nothing more than a pup. He couldn't hunt, he couldn't fight... He didn't even have the mindset of a proper adult wolf. Most hunters or scouts would relish at the opportunity to say that they had driven out a group of hostile enemies from the area, but not Torrent. If a helpless pup wandered out into the woods, utterly terrified and alone, and came into contact with an angry group of bloodthirsty cats, the little pup would have the same type of feeling as the omega was having at the time. Luckily for him, the cats left peacefully with nothing more than a scratch or two.
Quickly following Falcon, the emaciated male did his best to stay on the same path as the trained scout. But being a trained runner and knowing the forest like the color of her pelt, Falcon's Eye was much faster and more agile than little Torrent was. Panting heavily and quickly growing tired, Torrent slowed to a lingering jog in half the distance Falcon had run with her injury. Although Torrent was just a lowly and tortured omega, he still had a kind heart and cared about his pack just as greatly as any other wolf would.
Catching up to Falcon, Torrent carefully examined the wound from a safe distance, quietly chirping, "Are you alright, Falcon?" Before he had gotten a response, though, the scout was already up and moving again. This must have been what scouts were trained so long to do. Get important back to the alpha with no hesitation, no matter the circumstances. Torrent watched the fae with a new kind of respect and admiration than he had before as he came to this realization. He dismissed the unanswered question, accustomed to being ignored by most of the other pack members.
Torrent remained silent through the entire remainder of the encounter with the angry cats, terrified to his core for a seemingly childish reason. In all honesty, this poor little omega was nothing more than a pup. He couldn't hunt, he couldn't fight... He didn't even have the mindset of a proper adult wolf. Most hunters or scouts would relish at the opportunity to say that they had driven out a group of hostile enemies from the area, but not Torrent. If a helpless pup wandered out into the woods, utterly terrified and alone, and came into contact with an angry group of bloodthirsty cats, the little pup would have the same type of feeling as the omega was having at the time. Luckily for him, the cats left peacefully with nothing more than a scratch or two.
Quickly following Falcon, the emaciated male did his best to stay on the same path as the trained scout. But being a trained runner and knowing the forest like the color of her pelt, Falcon's Eye was much faster and more agile than little Torrent was. Panting heavily and quickly growing tired, Torrent slowed to a lingering jog in half the distance Falcon had run with her injury. Although Torrent was just a lowly and tortured omega, he still had a kind heart and cared about his pack just as greatly as any other wolf would.
Catching up to Falcon, Torrent carefully examined the wound from a safe distance, quietly chirping, "Are you alright, Falcon?" Before he had gotten a response, though, the scout was already up and moving again. This must have been what scouts were trained so long to do. Get important back to the alpha with no hesitation, no matter the circumstances. Torrent watched the fae with a new kind of respect and admiration than he had before as he came to this realization. He dismissed the unanswered question, accustomed to being ignored by most of the other pack members.
