Post by Disclaim on Jun 13, 2006 11:54:54 GMT -5
Alright. This thing is still in progress. But here's what I got so far. I'll update this freqently. Alright? Alright. Critique is welcome I guess.
(Sorry it's so big.)
Name: Kiola
Species: Timberwolf
Gender: Female
Age: 1 year
Personality: Spunky, stubborn. Typical childish attitude.
Name: Naede
Species: Timberwolf
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years
Personality: Bossy, Aggressive, depressed sometimes.
Name: Shrikamu
Species: Timberwolf
Gender: Male
Age: 4 years
Personality: Self-centered, leadership fit, flirtatious.
Name: Dioxis
Species: Timberwolf
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Personality: Wise, brotherly, caring, keeps to himself a bit.
She strode down the dust ridden path, blood spots hitting the floor, leaving a trail of crimson in her wake. The female’s ears were pinned back to her skull, showing the appearance of exhaustion and fatigue. In her mouth she held, by the scruff of its neck, a whelp. It struggled, whining and moaning. Its green eyes were half open, the infant having just been born. The puppy’s pelt was damp and caked with mud and dirt.
The female wolf turned around to gaze at another form that struggled along behind her. It was another wolf like herself except of the male gender. He walked with a limp, blood flowing from a gash in his right front appendage. Though the pain was apparent on the male’s face, he strode forward, desperately trying to press forward, no matter how he himself felt. He pushed himself to carry on, to help defend his mate as well as his whelp. To abdicate his duties now would be spineless and low.
The female sighed in anguish as she realized the situation was hopeless. Whines escaped her throat as well as her puppy’s. Raising her head, she glanced around. There had to be somewhere where they could rest. But the barren desert wasn’t a choice place to wander. Especially during the evening when many nocturnal predators began their day. Snakes, coyotes, as well as poisonous insects. There were countless dangers for a young canine in this part of the land.
Something soon caught her eye, however. A mound of large boulders and rocks lay off to the west, a small cave-like shelter embedded in them. A perfect place to rest and recoup. Turning to her mate, she barked, alerting him to the upcoming shelter that they could sleep in for the night. The male’s ears perked a bit. The shelter meant safety for both his mate and his offspring. A relieved sigh escaped his vocals, but as he did this, he winced in pain. The wolf had obviously broken a rib, but alerting the female to this would only bring more sorrow, as well as danger. Creatures nearby may hear the male’s anguished cry and take it as a sign of weakness. Their chance would come, and they would lunge and attempt to bring him down. No…that wouldn’t be wise, so the male strode forward, pressing onward to their resting destination.
The ebon’ female padded up to the entrance of the cave-like shelter. Ears were perked, cautious of any creature that may have already christened this place as their home. The whelp struggled, uneasy of this new atmosphere, but the mother paid no mind. She was too preoccupied in inspecting the place of any potential dangers that may be a risk to their pup. Bringing her maw down to the ground, she inhaled the scents that flowed through the atmosphere. If there was a nearby threat, she would know. The stench of another animal was strong, but the wolves neither heard nor saw anything. Though they were still cautious, they entered the shelter, scanning the ground for an area without any sharp rocks where their offspring could sleep safely.
Trotting ahead of his mate, he found a spot somewhere in the mid section of the cave and brushed away the small stones, pebbles, and rocks with his tail. He turned back and grabbed the whelp, placing him down gently on the ground. The pup began to cry, wanting warmth and comfort which the wolves gladly gave. They lay next to their offspring, providing it with the warmth it needed to live. The female’s back faced the entrance of the cave, while the male’s back faced the wall which closed it off. The whelp whimpered, somewhat comforted by its parents’ watchful eyes. It soon slept, its breathing slow and easy. All the while, the female and the male wolf, both kept watch over their beloved child, somewhat convinced that no danger lurked nearby.
Mud-colored form marched along, eyes glaring straight-forward, facing the world dead on. Claws scraped the soil, stirring up dirt which floated in the air, clouding the area close to the beast’s front appendages. As the immense creature stood on its hind legs, it bellowed, the call echoing throughout the trees surrounding him. The grizzly bear stood at seven feet, towering over various small animals that scuttered across the ground. Its eyes scanned the terrain, looking for its next feast. Its mangy pelt was caked with mud, the moist dirt falling from its height of over five feet on the bear’s already mud-brown colored pelt. Glancing around, the bear then returned to his four-legged state and trudged forward, foraging for food. Its mind was focused on nothing else. Its menacing jaws opened, taking in a mass of berries that it had found. Saliva fell like rain, forming sticky puddles in the dirt.
Suddenly, the bear’s ears perked, alerted to a sound nearby. The bushes rustled, shaking leaves to the ground. The massive grizzly turned, tuning his attention to the source of the mysterious sound. The foliage continued to shake, the sound becoming more audible. It was a slight growl. As the bear comprehended this, a fox vixen made herself known. The vixen was very slim, her ears lengthy and pointed. Her black pelt was obviously used for cloaking the creature in the night, hiding her from any predators that were lurking and looking for their next meal.
The bear grunted, glaring with a hint of malice at the fox, staring at the smug expression on her face. The vixen’s bushy tail flicked, her somewhat golden-red eyes glowing in the dusk light. She rose from her sitting position and padded towards the grizzly bear, the expression of ‘No Fear’ danced across her face.
“Bear…” The vixen softly crooned to the grizzly. She began to circle it, flicking her tail in the air, brushing it against its fur.
“What is your business here, vixen?” The bear questioned, his eyes ever so focused on her form, watching her encircle him.
“Me? Oh... Nothing,” She said, beginning to fool with the collar that was around her neck. The collar was black with a gold plate on the front with the letters P.C. on it in black, cursive text and gripped her throat tightly acting as somewhat of a choker. Her paw grazed the golden plate over and over again, making it seem as though she was bored. “I just thought I’d see what my friend, the Grizzly Bear, was up to.”
Quirking a brow, the bear glanced at the fox.
“Who are you?” The bear asked, inquisitively. “I’ve never seen you before in MY lifetime…”
“Oh…you don’t know me?” The vixen replied, her face lighting up as if she had just got a brand new chew toy for Christmas. Padding back over to the bear, she stared into his eyes. “My name is Fox…Cadd Fox.” Her yellow illuminating eyes seemed to drill straight into the bear’s, sending him into a trance. His ocean blue eyes seemed to become pitless and empty as they changed their hue to a blood red. The fur which once stood on end became darkened and black, imitating that of a silhouette. In a short time, the immense, somewhat gentle grizzly had become a creature of malice and hate, his expression an angry, cold, glare, the red eyes seemingly hypnotic. The creature had now been transformed into a tarnished soul…One that had gone through devastation and chaos.
The vixen grinned maliciously; her evil task had been completed. She had transformed a once gentle creature into a minion of Xycies.
“One more for the team…” Cadd said to herself, and vanished from the scene.
The grizzly brought his muzzle to the air, inhaled deeply, taking in the scents that surrounded the atmosphere. Soon enough, he jerked back, a familiar scent filling the air…He had found his prize. He then marched off through the forest, tracking his prey…
“Wake up! Wake up! C’mon! Let’s go!” A tiny voice cried out. The wolf whelp was ecstatic, for today was the day that they would finally be able to leave the den. His little tail was wagging back and forth rapidly, blowing tiny light weight rocks away from him in the tiny breeze that emitted from the intense wagging. The pup that was named Tiercoyl ran about his mother and father, prodding them with his paw and nibbling upon their ears.
Groaning, his mother awoke. Naede hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night due to a storm that had occurred, the thunder loud and the lightning violent. All of the noise prevented the female from getting much rest.
“Tiercoyl… Must you awaken us so early?” She said to her spawn, quirking a brow at him.
“Yes. Yes I must.”
As he said this, Dell, his father, was awakened.
“What’s going on?” He questioned, his broken rib sending a twinge of pain up his chest. “Why are you up already, Tier?”
“DAD! You said we could finally leave this hell hole today!”
“I did?” Dell said.
“He did?” Naede questioned.
“Yeah! He did! So can we? PLEASE? I want to go out there! Out into the world! Not be cooped up here in a stupid den. I want to DO something besides chase rats and bugs. Bugs are stupid.” Tiercoyl pleaded with his parents.
Glancing at each other, Naede and Dell concurred with their decision. It was time for Tier to strike out into the world instead of being entrapped in the shelter they had called home for four days.
“Alright then,” Dell said, rising from his resting spot. Grasping his puppy by the scruff of his neck, he padded out into the open, the sun’s rays beating down upon his tan pelt, attempting to not show the pain that was shooting up his limbs as he walked. He had made a promise, and he wasn’t about to break it. Placing his whelp down on the rugged terrain, glancing shiftily about for any predators that may have been waiting… watching… Dell wasn’t about to allow anything horrible happen to his whelp.
Tiercoyl glanced about eagerly, looking at the surrounding scenery. The beauty of the lands was stunning and caused excitement to course through his tiny form like a fish rapidly swimming upstream to reach its spawning place. The trees were plentiful and tall, looming over the earth in a magnificently graceful way. As if they were placed there by the gods to look over the inhabitants of the land. The grass was lush and green, spreading over the terrain like a sea of soft, green beds which were as comfortable as a mother’s fur to a whelp. The pup’s golden eyes scanned the horizon, watching as the sun slowly and steadily rose over it and shone its morning rays, seemingly greeting the puppy as he discovered the land that he stood upon with his delicate little paws. It seemed as though today was the first day of his life. He had been kept inside the den so long that it seemed to become monotonous even if it was only a four day stay. To Tiercoyl it seemed like a lifetime. He loathed having limits, even if it was necessary to keep him safe. The tiny whelp stood in awe of the sights that he observed…
“Tiercoyl!” Dell barked at his son. He didn’t want him wandering too far. Even if he was a puppy now and was old enough to go outside, he was still easy prey for anything that may have been wandering around looking for a meal. Birds of prey, bears, even other wolves were an endangerment to the puppy’s life.
Tier’s tiny ears perked as he heard his father calling to him. He had wandered a bit too far away from his parents…but he didn’t want to go back. He wanted to stay outside where it was nice and different, not be sent back into the depths of some cave which had nothing that appealed to his interests. But wait…maybe there WAS a way indeed. The whelp grinned as a devious thought crossed his mind, as though he was a villain in some superhero plot. His plan was fool-proof, or at least that was his take on it.
“Er…Coming Dad!” He replied with his little yelp of a bark. Turning around to face his father who was a little more than twenty yards away, he pretended as though he was going to return back into the waiting comfort of his father. But instead, halfway back, he turned back towards the setting sun and bolted off suddenly, catching his father in complete surprise. It was a ludicrous idea, but it was the only way to see more of what he had adored for that long.
Dell’s attention was pulled towards his puppy that had seemingly just bolted off like a bullet escaping from a shotgun. The sudden escape caught the male by surprise and it was a few seconds before he had realized what had happened.
“TIER!” He barked fiercely and gave chase, putting all of his speed and effort into chasing down his spawn as if he was Dell’s next meal. But soon enough, Tier had disappeared into the hidden layers of the large forest nearby, completely gone from his father’s view. “Damn that whelp. He’s going to get a lashing once I find him,” Dell mumbled to himself, proceeding into the brush. Following his whelp’s scent, the light brown-hued male trudged through the forest, tracking down the oh-so-rebellious puppy of his. “Tier!” He howled, the cry reverberating off of the trees, boulders and other things that made habitat in the forest. Soon enough, frustration coursed through the male, making him regret the fact that he allowed his own spawn into the outside world. The father didn’t think that the whelp would come to like the outdoors THIS much and run off to simply spend an extra several minutes in the world outside. Grumbling, he rummaged through the underbrush, obviously frustrated with the small whelp’s will to escape from the compact den life that the small family had lived out thus far. In Dell’s opinion, it wasn’t so bad. He himself missed romping through the fields and being carefree…but he had responsibility now. He had Naede to look after…He had his own spawn to look after. He had to do anything in his power to keep the two safe, even if it meant sacrificing the things he loved best. It was difficult really to accomplish something within such a sort amount of time….but then again; nature had its ways of turning time around.
Dell’s maw met the rugged terrain, taking in the various scents that lingered about the area. Though, in the far reaches of his brain, he knew his own spawn’s scent. He followed it through the trees, weaving in and out of the brush, and tracking down his child, for worry was already beginning to rack his brain. His front right paw reached the ground outside of the thick shrubbery, his scraped and scratched form emerging into a small clearing where the translucent treetops allowed a limited amount of light to shine down upon the forest floor. Dell shook, getting the stray little insects that had hitched onto his fur for a small ride off of his back. He looked around frantically, saw nothing, but wouldn’t give him. This was one determined father. His ears were perked, listening for any faint sound that would give him even a hint as to where his son was; But no dice. He still had the scent of Tiercoyl fresh in his mind, however, and being the only clue he had, he followed it.
(Sorry it's so big.)
Name: Kiola
Species: Timberwolf
Gender: Female
Age: 1 year
Personality: Spunky, stubborn. Typical childish attitude.
Name: Naede
Species: Timberwolf
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years
Personality: Bossy, Aggressive, depressed sometimes.
Name: Shrikamu
Species: Timberwolf
Gender: Male
Age: 4 years
Personality: Self-centered, leadership fit, flirtatious.
Name: Dioxis
Species: Timberwolf
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Personality: Wise, brotherly, caring, keeps to himself a bit.
Wolves of Prophecy
Chapter One: Out of the Dust
She strode down the dust ridden path, blood spots hitting the floor, leaving a trail of crimson in her wake. The female’s ears were pinned back to her skull, showing the appearance of exhaustion and fatigue. In her mouth she held, by the scruff of its neck, a whelp. It struggled, whining and moaning. Its green eyes were half open, the infant having just been born. The puppy’s pelt was damp and caked with mud and dirt.
The female wolf turned around to gaze at another form that struggled along behind her. It was another wolf like herself except of the male gender. He walked with a limp, blood flowing from a gash in his right front appendage. Though the pain was apparent on the male’s face, he strode forward, desperately trying to press forward, no matter how he himself felt. He pushed himself to carry on, to help defend his mate as well as his whelp. To abdicate his duties now would be spineless and low.
The female sighed in anguish as she realized the situation was hopeless. Whines escaped her throat as well as her puppy’s. Raising her head, she glanced around. There had to be somewhere where they could rest. But the barren desert wasn’t a choice place to wander. Especially during the evening when many nocturnal predators began their day. Snakes, coyotes, as well as poisonous insects. There were countless dangers for a young canine in this part of the land.
Something soon caught her eye, however. A mound of large boulders and rocks lay off to the west, a small cave-like shelter embedded in them. A perfect place to rest and recoup. Turning to her mate, she barked, alerting him to the upcoming shelter that they could sleep in for the night. The male’s ears perked a bit. The shelter meant safety for both his mate and his offspring. A relieved sigh escaped his vocals, but as he did this, he winced in pain. The wolf had obviously broken a rib, but alerting the female to this would only bring more sorrow, as well as danger. Creatures nearby may hear the male’s anguished cry and take it as a sign of weakness. Their chance would come, and they would lunge and attempt to bring him down. No…that wouldn’t be wise, so the male strode forward, pressing onward to their resting destination.
The ebon’ female padded up to the entrance of the cave-like shelter. Ears were perked, cautious of any creature that may have already christened this place as their home. The whelp struggled, uneasy of this new atmosphere, but the mother paid no mind. She was too preoccupied in inspecting the place of any potential dangers that may be a risk to their pup. Bringing her maw down to the ground, she inhaled the scents that flowed through the atmosphere. If there was a nearby threat, she would know. The stench of another animal was strong, but the wolves neither heard nor saw anything. Though they were still cautious, they entered the shelter, scanning the ground for an area without any sharp rocks where their offspring could sleep safely.
Trotting ahead of his mate, he found a spot somewhere in the mid section of the cave and brushed away the small stones, pebbles, and rocks with his tail. He turned back and grabbed the whelp, placing him down gently on the ground. The pup began to cry, wanting warmth and comfort which the wolves gladly gave. They lay next to their offspring, providing it with the warmth it needed to live. The female’s back faced the entrance of the cave, while the male’s back faced the wall which closed it off. The whelp whimpered, somewhat comforted by its parents’ watchful eyes. It soon slept, its breathing slow and easy. All the while, the female and the male wolf, both kept watch over their beloved child, somewhat convinced that no danger lurked nearby.
Chapter Two: The Shadows Revealed
Mud-colored form marched along, eyes glaring straight-forward, facing the world dead on. Claws scraped the soil, stirring up dirt which floated in the air, clouding the area close to the beast’s front appendages. As the immense creature stood on its hind legs, it bellowed, the call echoing throughout the trees surrounding him. The grizzly bear stood at seven feet, towering over various small animals that scuttered across the ground. Its eyes scanned the terrain, looking for its next feast. Its mangy pelt was caked with mud, the moist dirt falling from its height of over five feet on the bear’s already mud-brown colored pelt. Glancing around, the bear then returned to his four-legged state and trudged forward, foraging for food. Its mind was focused on nothing else. Its menacing jaws opened, taking in a mass of berries that it had found. Saliva fell like rain, forming sticky puddles in the dirt.
Suddenly, the bear’s ears perked, alerted to a sound nearby. The bushes rustled, shaking leaves to the ground. The massive grizzly turned, tuning his attention to the source of the mysterious sound. The foliage continued to shake, the sound becoming more audible. It was a slight growl. As the bear comprehended this, a fox vixen made herself known. The vixen was very slim, her ears lengthy and pointed. Her black pelt was obviously used for cloaking the creature in the night, hiding her from any predators that were lurking and looking for their next meal.
The bear grunted, glaring with a hint of malice at the fox, staring at the smug expression on her face. The vixen’s bushy tail flicked, her somewhat golden-red eyes glowing in the dusk light. She rose from her sitting position and padded towards the grizzly bear, the expression of ‘No Fear’ danced across her face.
“Bear…” The vixen softly crooned to the grizzly. She began to circle it, flicking her tail in the air, brushing it against its fur.
“What is your business here, vixen?” The bear questioned, his eyes ever so focused on her form, watching her encircle him.
“Me? Oh... Nothing,” She said, beginning to fool with the collar that was around her neck. The collar was black with a gold plate on the front with the letters P.C. on it in black, cursive text and gripped her throat tightly acting as somewhat of a choker. Her paw grazed the golden plate over and over again, making it seem as though she was bored. “I just thought I’d see what my friend, the Grizzly Bear, was up to.”
Quirking a brow, the bear glanced at the fox.
“Who are you?” The bear asked, inquisitively. “I’ve never seen you before in MY lifetime…”
“Oh…you don’t know me?” The vixen replied, her face lighting up as if she had just got a brand new chew toy for Christmas. Padding back over to the bear, she stared into his eyes. “My name is Fox…Cadd Fox.” Her yellow illuminating eyes seemed to drill straight into the bear’s, sending him into a trance. His ocean blue eyes seemed to become pitless and empty as they changed their hue to a blood red. The fur which once stood on end became darkened and black, imitating that of a silhouette. In a short time, the immense, somewhat gentle grizzly had become a creature of malice and hate, his expression an angry, cold, glare, the red eyes seemingly hypnotic. The creature had now been transformed into a tarnished soul…One that had gone through devastation and chaos.
The vixen grinned maliciously; her evil task had been completed. She had transformed a once gentle creature into a minion of Xycies.
“One more for the team…” Cadd said to herself, and vanished from the scene.
The grizzly brought his muzzle to the air, inhaled deeply, taking in the scents that surrounded the atmosphere. Soon enough, he jerked back, a familiar scent filling the air…He had found his prize. He then marched off through the forest, tracking his prey…
Chapter Three: New Dangers Awaken
[/center]“Wake up! Wake up! C’mon! Let’s go!” A tiny voice cried out. The wolf whelp was ecstatic, for today was the day that they would finally be able to leave the den. His little tail was wagging back and forth rapidly, blowing tiny light weight rocks away from him in the tiny breeze that emitted from the intense wagging. The pup that was named Tiercoyl ran about his mother and father, prodding them with his paw and nibbling upon their ears.
Groaning, his mother awoke. Naede hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night due to a storm that had occurred, the thunder loud and the lightning violent. All of the noise prevented the female from getting much rest.
“Tiercoyl… Must you awaken us so early?” She said to her spawn, quirking a brow at him.
“Yes. Yes I must.”
As he said this, Dell, his father, was awakened.
“What’s going on?” He questioned, his broken rib sending a twinge of pain up his chest. “Why are you up already, Tier?”
“DAD! You said we could finally leave this hell hole today!”
“I did?” Dell said.
“He did?” Naede questioned.
“Yeah! He did! So can we? PLEASE? I want to go out there! Out into the world! Not be cooped up here in a stupid den. I want to DO something besides chase rats and bugs. Bugs are stupid.” Tiercoyl pleaded with his parents.
Glancing at each other, Naede and Dell concurred with their decision. It was time for Tier to strike out into the world instead of being entrapped in the shelter they had called home for four days.
“Alright then,” Dell said, rising from his resting spot. Grasping his puppy by the scruff of his neck, he padded out into the open, the sun’s rays beating down upon his tan pelt, attempting to not show the pain that was shooting up his limbs as he walked. He had made a promise, and he wasn’t about to break it. Placing his whelp down on the rugged terrain, glancing shiftily about for any predators that may have been waiting… watching… Dell wasn’t about to allow anything horrible happen to his whelp.
Tiercoyl glanced about eagerly, looking at the surrounding scenery. The beauty of the lands was stunning and caused excitement to course through his tiny form like a fish rapidly swimming upstream to reach its spawning place. The trees were plentiful and tall, looming over the earth in a magnificently graceful way. As if they were placed there by the gods to look over the inhabitants of the land. The grass was lush and green, spreading over the terrain like a sea of soft, green beds which were as comfortable as a mother’s fur to a whelp. The pup’s golden eyes scanned the horizon, watching as the sun slowly and steadily rose over it and shone its morning rays, seemingly greeting the puppy as he discovered the land that he stood upon with his delicate little paws. It seemed as though today was the first day of his life. He had been kept inside the den so long that it seemed to become monotonous even if it was only a four day stay. To Tiercoyl it seemed like a lifetime. He loathed having limits, even if it was necessary to keep him safe. The tiny whelp stood in awe of the sights that he observed…
“Tiercoyl!” Dell barked at his son. He didn’t want him wandering too far. Even if he was a puppy now and was old enough to go outside, he was still easy prey for anything that may have been wandering around looking for a meal. Birds of prey, bears, even other wolves were an endangerment to the puppy’s life.
Tier’s tiny ears perked as he heard his father calling to him. He had wandered a bit too far away from his parents…but he didn’t want to go back. He wanted to stay outside where it was nice and different, not be sent back into the depths of some cave which had nothing that appealed to his interests. But wait…maybe there WAS a way indeed. The whelp grinned as a devious thought crossed his mind, as though he was a villain in some superhero plot. His plan was fool-proof, or at least that was his take on it.
“Er…Coming Dad!” He replied with his little yelp of a bark. Turning around to face his father who was a little more than twenty yards away, he pretended as though he was going to return back into the waiting comfort of his father. But instead, halfway back, he turned back towards the setting sun and bolted off suddenly, catching his father in complete surprise. It was a ludicrous idea, but it was the only way to see more of what he had adored for that long.
Dell’s attention was pulled towards his puppy that had seemingly just bolted off like a bullet escaping from a shotgun. The sudden escape caught the male by surprise and it was a few seconds before he had realized what had happened.
“TIER!” He barked fiercely and gave chase, putting all of his speed and effort into chasing down his spawn as if he was Dell’s next meal. But soon enough, Tier had disappeared into the hidden layers of the large forest nearby, completely gone from his father’s view. “Damn that whelp. He’s going to get a lashing once I find him,” Dell mumbled to himself, proceeding into the brush. Following his whelp’s scent, the light brown-hued male trudged through the forest, tracking down the oh-so-rebellious puppy of his. “Tier!” He howled, the cry reverberating off of the trees, boulders and other things that made habitat in the forest. Soon enough, frustration coursed through the male, making him regret the fact that he allowed his own spawn into the outside world. The father didn’t think that the whelp would come to like the outdoors THIS much and run off to simply spend an extra several minutes in the world outside. Grumbling, he rummaged through the underbrush, obviously frustrated with the small whelp’s will to escape from the compact den life that the small family had lived out thus far. In Dell’s opinion, it wasn’t so bad. He himself missed romping through the fields and being carefree…but he had responsibility now. He had Naede to look after…He had his own spawn to look after. He had to do anything in his power to keep the two safe, even if it meant sacrificing the things he loved best. It was difficult really to accomplish something within such a sort amount of time….but then again; nature had its ways of turning time around.
Dell’s maw met the rugged terrain, taking in the various scents that lingered about the area. Though, in the far reaches of his brain, he knew his own spawn’s scent. He followed it through the trees, weaving in and out of the brush, and tracking down his child, for worry was already beginning to rack his brain. His front right paw reached the ground outside of the thick shrubbery, his scraped and scratched form emerging into a small clearing where the translucent treetops allowed a limited amount of light to shine down upon the forest floor. Dell shook, getting the stray little insects that had hitched onto his fur for a small ride off of his back. He looked around frantically, saw nothing, but wouldn’t give him. This was one determined father. His ears were perked, listening for any faint sound that would give him even a hint as to where his son was; But no dice. He still had the scent of Tiercoyl fresh in his mind, however, and being the only clue he had, he followed it.