ooc; short, and lazy

It was another day, full of a hazy sun, and sorrowful clouds which were at quite a distance away. The pack had awhile before things would cloud over, and burst the lands into who knows what. Saber kept his pace at a minimum, stride after stride bumping with a lazy after effect. There was nothing todo here. The lands, as he soon found out, were primarily for resting, and nothing else. It would be about time to move out because of that. Unless something really big happened.

Saber hated having boring afternoons like this, sunbasking and whatnot. It was every wolf's/hybrid's dream, but not his. He wanted to be in the middle of action, and so far, nothing had come his way that he could hope right in. Including the pack hunt. Besides himself, two other members joined, and again, nothing appeared to happen. It was dead the entire way. Unless Evane or another one of the pack members persuaded him to stay, he would be forced to leave behind everything he had gained, which, appearantly, wasn't much.

Yet, moving straight ahead, something in the air smelled unusual. Taking the scent in, he realized, another wolf. It would have been even better if it was a 'brid, but chances were slim of that. He was lucky he was even accepted for his quirks and overall appearence. He set himself at a trot, and then leveled that up to a run. Before he knew it, he had reached the object. And, from the looks of it, it was the Delta. A position he had been so many times already

Let's have some fun with this. Who cares if he crys to Evane? I'm outta here anyways.

;-PP luffs to the tsaark!-;