"You'll find them in the camp. Luna, I imagine, is in that den,"
Seth said, pointing with his tail to a small den that smelled of milk. The sound of pups could be heard faintly beyond the wall.
"We just recently had a litter of pups born, and your aunt quite enjoys helping mothers care for their pups. Mareni was in there last time I saw her, but if she is not longer helping her mother, Luna will probably know where she went,"
Seth barked, joy lighting up his eyes as he spoke of his family.
((Since I never officially made Jaro's son, I'll give a brief description and make a bio later. I'll do the same for Mareni when she appears.
Jaro's son is Larson, he's average-sized but has broad shoulders, giving him a strong appearance. He looks nothing like his father but is very close to him. He has jet black fur with a snowy white stomach that goes up into his throat, and paws. He has a patch of white fur around his right eye. His eyes are a surprisingly warm ice blue. He is compassionate but courageous, and while he's no smarter than the average wolf, he is generous and has a heart of gold.))
Larson, as he often did, had gone off by himself to do some thinking. He often thought of the future and when he would one day lead the pack, but his favourite topic of mind food was who his future mate would be. He had a romantic's mind, but no she-wolf in his own pack could appease the male. Not that they weren't fantastic friends.
On this day, however, his thoughts were interrupted. Larson detected a strange scent on the light breeze, one that he had smelled several times before. He had never caught the creator of the scent, but had happened across it while on patrol on numerous occasions. This scent seemed fairly fresh, however, and so Jaro's son decided to track it and see who was so freely crossing the territory boundaries.
17-Dec-2014 02:00:56