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 Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 7:25 am
He still remembered so very clearly the way he'd lain at the edge of a jagged drop as a pup, his eyes drawn down and down and down to the ground he knew must surely rest below though he could never quite see it. Now he was growing slowly familar with it, to a degree at least. The way the earth lay onward, with so few drops and gorges, it never failed to fastinate him. His steps light and sure in spite of the safe flatness of the land his paws traveled over, Aheero had one ear to the wind. He loved travel for travel's sake, his paws those of a wanderer for all his heart belonged solely to his pack.
But he was not merely traveling for travel's sake now. No. Now he had a good reason to be roving down in the lands his ancestors had left behind. Their home had shattered beneath them, and left their poor pack crippled and limping. They would survive, his beloved Queen had done well to pull the broken pieces back together. But for there to be new life, someone would have to bring it back.
And so Aheero, accustomed as he already was to wandering, had left yet again to see what could be seen, and find who might be found. He'd been mildly successful already, guiding a mother and her lonely remaining pup back to the pack, but two were merely a good start. He had more work ahead of him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 5:45 am
 Obi was resting peacefully in the shade of a decent sized tree. It was rooted by a small little pond which made it an even more ideal spot to take a nap. It also wasn't something the canine would pass up, so several hours earlier, even though it was still a bit before noon, Obi had decided that this would be his spot until the following morning when he would eventually abandon it and move forward to.. wherever his paws would take him. He definitely wasn't getting any younger (and that was a worry he couldn't quite put behind him even though he'd been told that he really wasn't all that old) so a better part of him hoped that he would soon come to a place that he could consider his home, but in the meantime he wandered.
A passing wind brought with it the scent of someone approaching, which roused the male back into the waking world. He blinked his eyes open, salmon pink orbs readjusting to the light. The sun was past the highest point in the sky, but it wasn't quite sunset yet. Almost though. Obi sat up and yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a paw. It wasn't long before he saw who was coming. Another wild dog thankfully, so to welcome his brethren properly he stood and stretched, then took a seat and watched as the other got closer and closer.
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