Post by fenris on Feb 8, 2008 14:14:49 GMT -5
Swift, silent movements carried Fenris acrosss the decaying lands. The scent of mold, and death were over-powering and it made him take breathes from the maw, rather than the nares. Deep, bottomless pools scanned over the terrain, relying more on sight than smell he hoped he wouldn't be caught off gaurd, but he was fairly experianced and his age proved it. No, Fenris was not a young wolven by any means, he'd allready been King of other lands, and knew every trick in the book, and his hunting skills were impecable, he was one to take down the largest bull elk and not even endure a scrape. He moved gracefully as he made his way over to some odd looking stones that were fairly large, and in the shape of what might've been one of the two-legged creature's strange creations. If he could you would have seen a shrug of his shoulder's before he picked up his pace and lunged up ontop of one of the large boulders. He turned around a few times checking out his surroundings before her folded his haunches undernieth him and sat as regaly as possible.
Somewhat of a smile curved upon his maw as he decided to call these lands home, he didn't care if he ever got to be King again, or a Lord, he just wanted somewhere to live out the last few years of his life, and maybe even be reunited with his brother, but he knew that, that wasn't very likely. Plume started swaying from side to side as he enjoyed the peacfull moment, yet he couldn't help but wonder what lied beyond, further across the terra, but his limbs wouldn't budge so he decided to stay here and rest up a bit first.