Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2014 16:04:00 GMT -5
It had been many seasons since the silver-black male had walked these shores. He lifted his muzzle to the wind, taking in the scent of salty water and warm sea lion. The cries of sea faring birds were harsh on his ears, and the rhythm of the waves crashing mirrored his heartbeat.
Home.
He had traveled all across Somerset, but had never found another place like it. A smile pulled his at lips and with a laugh he took off down the rocky slope, delighting it the cool spray of the sea and the outraged barks of the sea lions he jumped over. A few had newborn pups at their sides, but luckily for them Nikolai wasn't hungry. All the same, he made a mental note of them. Young sea lion was a treat, provided you could part them with their mothers.
In the distance Nik could see what he had been looking for in the first place, one of the paths that ran down the sides of the cliff, leading up to higher ground. As a pup he had been as nimble as a mountain goat, leaping from pawhold to pawhold, giving his mother frequent heart attacks and his father headaches. It pleased him, as he started up the incline, that he hadn't lost his nimbleness.
At the top he was confronted by gusts of wind, ruffling his fur and bringing him confirmation of what he had already guessed. There were no other wolves here. He put his nose to the wind, inhaling deeply. A faint scent was there, several months old.
This made his job infinitely easier. He had planned to challenge whomever the current alpha was, but this was much better. No energy wasting fight, where there was a chance he could get injured. No pissed off pack members, angry that their leader had been beaten by an outsider. He could start his pack from scratch, with wolves and rules of his choosing.
He threw back his head and howled with triumph.
This was his land now.
Home.
He had traveled all across Somerset, but had never found another place like it. A smile pulled his at lips and with a laugh he took off down the rocky slope, delighting it the cool spray of the sea and the outraged barks of the sea lions he jumped over. A few had newborn pups at their sides, but luckily for them Nikolai wasn't hungry. All the same, he made a mental note of them. Young sea lion was a treat, provided you could part them with their mothers.
In the distance Nik could see what he had been looking for in the first place, one of the paths that ran down the sides of the cliff, leading up to higher ground. As a pup he had been as nimble as a mountain goat, leaping from pawhold to pawhold, giving his mother frequent heart attacks and his father headaches. It pleased him, as he started up the incline, that he hadn't lost his nimbleness.
At the top he was confronted by gusts of wind, ruffling his fur and bringing him confirmation of what he had already guessed. There were no other wolves here. He put his nose to the wind, inhaling deeply. A faint scent was there, several months old.
This made his job infinitely easier. He had planned to challenge whomever the current alpha was, but this was much better. No energy wasting fight, where there was a chance he could get injured. No pissed off pack members, angry that their leader had been beaten by an outsider. He could start his pack from scratch, with wolves and rules of his choosing.
He threw back his head and howled with triumph.
This was his land now.
