as written by Tiko
Baron gave himself over to the rhythm of his paws beating against the pavement as he barreled out of the doorway of The Den and down the narrow streets of Vargeras with a trio of wolves trailing at his back. It felt good to just get out and run, and to get his blood pumping. with the smells of the city in his nostrils.
The shadows had grown long with the evening hours, but the sun had yet to set and there where still a fair number of evening strollers out for a walk, or heading home from work or dinner, but most of them had the sense to get out of the path of the oncoming wolves. This was Bloodstone territory and the people knew it, wolf and human alike.
He heard and smelled his brother before he saw him, and he threw his head sideways to get a look at Ragenard and Carlisle colliding with a slanted rooftop, knocking shingles loose as claws gouged deeply into the wood beneath. His lips curled back to bare his teeth in what could only be described as a wolfish grin before he redoubled his pace.
Lowering his head he was off like a gunshot, barreling through the streets at reckless speeds. The trio at his back picked up the pace, but their smaller sizes lacked the stride length of Baron's massive form, and he was swiftly outpacing them.
The brotherly rivalry was nothing new to the pack though and eventually they fell back one after the other to leave Baron and Ragenard to their juvenile competition. Even Carlisle abandoned the run as he swung over a roof edge to drop down to the pavement with the rest of the pack on the side of the street.
Baron gave himself over to the rhythm of his paws beating against the pavement as he barreled out of the doorway of The Den and down the narrow streets of Vargeras with a trio of wolves trailing at his back. It felt good to just get out and run, and to get his blood pumping. with the smells of the city in his nostrils.
The shadows had grown long with the evening hours, but the sun had yet to set and there where still a fair number of evening strollers out for a walk, or heading home from work or dinner, but most of them had the sense to get out of the path of the oncoming wolves. This was Bloodstone territory and the people knew it, wolf and human alike.
He heard and smelled his brother before he saw him, and he threw his head sideways to get a look at Ragenard and Carlisle colliding with a slanted rooftop, knocking shingles loose as claws gouged deeply into the wood beneath. His lips curled back to bare his teeth in what could only be described as a wolfish grin before he redoubled his pace.
Lowering his head he was off like a gunshot, barreling through the streets at reckless speeds. The trio at his back picked up the pace, but their smaller sizes lacked the stride length of Baron's massive form, and he was swiftly outpacing them.
The brotherly rivalry was nothing new to the pack though and eventually they fell back one after the other to leave Baron and Ragenard to their juvenile competition. Even Carlisle abandoned the run as he swung over a roof edge to drop down to the pavement with the rest of the pack on the side of the street.
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