Icarus led the way fastidiously through the fields, north toward the woods - and through the trees, he occasionally stopped to point out interesting tidbits of the woods he had gathered in all the time he spent living there. It was getting later than he had planned to be out, though, so once they neared the slope ascending into the labyrinth, he hastened his pace until they reached the borders. It was there he had paused to look back at them, waiting to give them a chance to recover from the journey if they needed to.
“Beyond these borders lies the labyrinth and the Twilight Vanguard. Most of the pack will be asleep at this point, so if you need to rest, I’d be happy to find you two a den. I think a tour in the daylight would be better anyway,” he said, albeit rather excitedly, because he had managed to draw not just one wolf, but two toward his territory as hopeful prospects. Icarus waited, tail swishing comfortably behind him as the smell of the Vanguard flooded his nose.
Mostly his scent - but there were smells of his packmates, too. The crisp, scent-laden air certainly did make him feel at home.
Jun 13, 2018 04:41 PM
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