Post by Sherbert on Jul 26, 2014 19:56:46 GMT
Faera, a young hunter, ran across the water, in search of the island they call home. The storm had come up suddenly, and the water was stirring up, making it hard to run over it. His sence of direction was swirling, and water was getting in his eyes, making it hard to see. He called out for help, but the sound of his howl was drowned out by the crashing and banging of thunder and waves, and he doubted any wolf had heard him. The waves were throwing him up and down, making him twist and turn in random directions. He couldn't tell where he was going, but he knew he had to keep going forward, otherwise the water might overtake him and he might drown.
Faera had been hunting, in search of fish and other water dwelling creatures. He had seen the clouds in the sky, but the hunting was so good, he hadn't worried about it much. That was a mistake. He had lost his prey, and now the storm was tossing him every which way, making him sick. Blinking water out of his eyes, he let out a breath of relief as he saw a glimpse of his home, and island in the middle of the large ocean, far away from the other territories. Quickly, the island disappeared from his sight as more water crashed on top of him. He swam back to the top of the water, and hopped back on top of it, taking in deep gulps of air and running faster and faster towards where he saw the island.
Finally, he made it to the island. Faera wanted to roll on the dry ground, glad to be standing on something solid. He heaved in deep gulps of air, and looked around for his pack mates.
Faera had been hunting, in search of fish and other water dwelling creatures. He had seen the clouds in the sky, but the hunting was so good, he hadn't worried about it much. That was a mistake. He had lost his prey, and now the storm was tossing him every which way, making him sick. Blinking water out of his eyes, he let out a breath of relief as he saw a glimpse of his home, and island in the middle of the large ocean, far away from the other territories. Quickly, the island disappeared from his sight as more water crashed on top of him. He swam back to the top of the water, and hopped back on top of it, taking in deep gulps of air and running faster and faster towards where he saw the island.
Finally, he made it to the island. Faera wanted to roll on the dry ground, glad to be standing on something solid. He heaved in deep gulps of air, and looked around for his pack mates.