10-26-2023, 02:40 AM
@Aerwyn first and then someone that can accept them into Shiro, plz!
He wasn't far from her, the sunny girl he'd run into on the tundra. Somehow, the two of them had ended up sticking together, and oh, what a pair they made. His gruff, broody self, and her happy-go-lucky, bright-and-shiny disposition. Somehow, it worked though, and Callan didn't question it. Didn't care to, really.
He was tracking something now, the scent of a wounded prey animal. Dinner. The sharp, iron-tang of its blood hung in the air, laced with the smell of what might have been an infection; the bluesteel male couldn't be very certain. With a flick of his docked tail, he followed after it as @Aerwyn trailed after him, stopping when a mountain rose before him and the scent of a pack laced the air.
His nose wrinkled before he looked back to the strawberry blonde. “We shouldn' follow it in there. Pack won' like that.”
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