Post by ~Nighthunter~ on Sept 11, 2014 14:54:29 GMT -5
Tuvio Hunteri
HONOR,NOBILITY,RESPECT____________________Tuvio strode from the castle purposefully. He wanted to make a sweep of the territory. He had hoped that he would have run into someone before he left to extend the invitation to run. He was certainly going to use this time to snag all his thoughts together that were floating about in his head, and try to make sense of them. Running always had a way of putting things into perspective, and maybe he would catch someone to mingle with.
Currently he was enveloped in the more beastly form of his wolf. A russet brown and red long haired beast, with a white lower muzzle and underbelly. He carried a light and logical expressive face, and had a heart to match. Tuvio always tried to be the best Alpha he could be for his pack, and so far had not brought it crashing down. Letting out a gruff in light exertion, he took in his surroundings. Trees that were covered in all sorts of moss, and had limbs high up. Limbs whose branches stretched down, and once shadowed the ground like a blanket, and provided shelter along the entire floor of the forest he now ploughed through. Colorful plants, flower, fungus and other weird things that filled the area here and there, having decayed, or succumbed to the frost. It was beautiful in his eyes though, it was his, it was home. Today as usual Tuvio had pack matters endlessly assaulted him, and demanded the his attention.
He cast a casual glance to the clouds and noted that they were moving more forcefully. The once quiet wind was now starting to tug gently on his coat. His instinct told him that a storm was possibly going to hit, though whether it would be a gentle rain or a thunderous blanket, he couldn't tell. He stopped running, his muscles shifting to slacken his foot falls and stop his form all together. He brought his nose to the muggy ground and sniffed, breathing in the humidity and trying to pick up something interesting. The bear were around yesterday, so he didn't expect to find any trace of them around, but he was hoping to find a dear or maybe a rabbit. His stomach growled as if to assert his decision to stop and quest for food before he resumed his search. As he was bent down, a strong gust came and blew a cloud of dirt floated into his eyes. The wind, made him lift his head abruptly and shake it to try and clear the stinging of his eyes from the unexpected pain of some particles staying in his eyes. This wind is going to be a problem.
He sincerely hoped it started to rain shortly, then the straying winds wouldn't be as much of a problem if he came upon prey. The rain would mask any scent that the wind swept up from his position. Blinking his eyes clear, perked his ears up. It had sounded like something was approaching, but he hadn't been sure.