Returning to the SAND (open)

[dura]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] [atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/33emvjt.png,true] For almost a full year Dura's young paws had not touched the sand that he loved. He was not much of a young adult anymore, not old by any means, but not young and totally stupid either. He had been traveling around the island for that time and his muscles were lean under his poor hide. Being away from the pack was never good for a wolf and his coat was dull and rough, but a bright glint was in his eyes once more as they feasted on what he had left so long ago. If Dura had been human he would of been crying out of pure joy. Even the poor marked borders couldn't take him off the current high. Nothing in his current view was moving, but he hadn't really expected anything to be out and about even with the temperatures cooler now than in the summer. High in the sky sat the sun, beating down on the lone form as he broke into a full out gallop over the sand, jumping and reaching down to bite at the sand now and again. Dura's tail was twisting around behind him, pushing him on further. The male wanted to find anyone he had once called family, they were all insane but they were family. A grin broke out on his face, as a pup they had scared the shit out of him and here he was looking forward to seeing their crazy faces again. As Dura reached the dens, he let out a short howl and then went inside to sit and wait, hoping someone would come around or call back so he could visit his family again. Eyes darted around like a hawk, his ears at attention while he waited for a reply from anyone.