[ toiro ] h o m e

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How many times had things slowed down before? How many times had the pack's numbers dwindled until the whole thing was nearly nonexistent? She feared it had happened time and time again, something she was far from proud to see happening and was fearful of happening more often, but there was no doubt in her mind that she had pride and love for her pack. She never left, and the one time she had done so had been to keep her own family away from slaughtering the ones that she so desperately loved. But she always came back to them.

Spirit pushed the sand around between her toes as she took careful, quiet steps along the beach, enjoying something of a day off for herself. She knew she'd be right back at patrolling and training and hunting, among other things, within a few hours. The female was dedicated to the survival of this pack and intended to keep it alive, no matter what she had to do to make sure that it would continue to survive. She needed a break every now and then, though, and she was taking one now. Granted, even she had to admit now she was still patrolling, just lazily.

The tundra female shook out her black coat, padding towards the mouth of the caverns she could see, and it took mere minutes to get there. She shuffled along the inside of the caverns for a moment, sniffing and just glancing around for anything interesting in particular, finding nothing. She had to admit she was slightly bored, and she didn't feel fulfilled when she was simply being a lazy ball of fur, even if it was well earned. She had been accepted into this pack some time ago, had grown close with all of its members, those who had remained and those who had left, Kastiel particularly. She didn't think of him often now, though wished he hadn't vanished like many of the others.

Spirit still had some, though. There was Toiro, and Aludra; no doubt in the femme's mind that she absolutely adored their puppies. She wanted to see them as often as she could, do what she could to provide for them as much as the next wolf. Perhaps that was part of her drive in being the way she was lately. So much more driven to protect and serve her pack, just to make sure not a harmful paw or tooth would come to a single hair on any of them. She came to stand just outside the cave, then laid down carefully to gaze out at the water, ears erect and golden eyes taking in the view. Part of her felt serene, calm, but part of her felt lonely, wishing for company, and something more to be able to do.



Toiro

[Toiro]

Toiro padded peacefully through the trees of the Xayar forest, letting the calming scents of the natural world wash over him as he took some time away from the adorable but boisterous little puppies which seemed to constantly want to clamber all over him. Of course, he didn’t mind their playful behaviour at all, but it was nice to have some quiet time now and again.

That didn’t mean that he had to be alone, however. As he wandered through the forest, the great grey wolf found himself crossing and subsequently following the faint scent trail of his loyal friend, Spirit. She was the eldest surviving member of Airila – aside from himself of course – and although he liked meeting new wolves, he was always glad to see the more familiar faces. In fact, he regretted not having spent more time with her lately; following her return earlier on in the season, he had been slightly hesitant about attempting to resume the same close relationship he’d had with her before she left, guilty that he had given up waiting for her and allowed Castien to fill her place. The warrior had done a truly selfless thing by luring those terrible wolves away from their pack, but he was even more grateful that she had returned to them safe and sound, ready to resume her duties with even more zest than she’d had before. It was about time that he showed her his full gratitude, and fixed whatever awkwardness there might have been between them (however small it was).

At that, a smile spread on his face and Toiro picked up his pace until he was trotting steadily for the beach, eager to greet his old friend and see how she was doing. Slowly the light between the trees became brighter and brighter, until he came to the edge of the forest and into a thin patch of scrub which bordered the beach. From there, her could see the shape of a large dark-furred female outlined against the sea outside the caverns, unmistakeably the warrior he’d been looking for.

“Spirit!” Toiro called out cheerfully, his tail wagging high in the air as he approached across the sand. He hadn’t visited this beach in a while, and the warm golden sand felt unfamiliar under his paws; he was much more used to the rocky slopes of the mountains, or the leaf litter of Xayar Forest. It was nice to get a bit of a change though, and he was looking forward to finally spending some time with his packmate.



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