AmiliaLongTail

Matthias splashed lazily through the still flooded streets of the North District. The muck almost felt permanently attached to his paws and even though the rain had dialed back, it was no consolation for the cold now settling in. The scarred mutt shook himself simply out of habit to get some water out of his ear that quickly dripped back in. He flicked his ears on regular counts of two and scanned the murmuring street rivers with a heavy gaze. "The sky is heavy and dark, but such a common thing to remark. Keep your head up, my dear. The wind will howl, the earth will sink, but never fear. Near, leer, deer. The deer of the forest are probably

It was close to midday, and Fierro was once again by his favourite spot by the riverbank. The white mastiff rolled onto his back in satisfaction. Now that the air had became significatively chilly, so that his long hair wasn't a bother but a valuable ally, he could fully enjoy the Sun warmth. The Grandfather was out of earshot, and Fierro hadn't seen him since their territory-marking stroll early that morning. Shame on that, since he had managed to succesfully hunt, and after partially satisfying his own hunger, he was eager to share with someone else. It had taken some struggling, and he earned a few scratches in his face and left shoulder

Matthias splashed lazily through the still flooded streets of the North District. The muck almost felt permanently attached to his paws and even though the rain had dialed back, it was no consolation for the cold now settling in. The scarred mutt shook himself simply out of habit to get some water out of his ear that quickly dripped back in. He flicked his ears on regular counts of two and scanned the murmuring street rivers with a heavy gaze. "The sky is heavy and dark, but such a common thing to remark. Keep your head up, my dear. The wind will howl, the earth will sink, but never fear. Near, leer, deer. The deer of the forest are probably

Matthias stood up straight as his leader gave orders. The Brotherhood pack... North of the river, of course. The scarred sentinel whined quietly at every glance he took back to Folli's body. Sencha was right. She would be avenged. Matthias wouldn't let another packmate get hurt. First Little Thing, he'd failed her. Her and tiny Nube. Then dear Romanova... He'd failed her too. He wouldn't fail Folli. These killers would know justice by The Circle. After a careful retracing of the foreign smells, the unlucky mutt nodded his head to Sencha. "We will go as soon as the light breaks the horizon, if not before." Matthias shook himself of the chill