Ocean and his anima Arella looked apon the land they called home. It once had been home to their pack, but a fire had destroyed that. Now Ocean and Arella had decided to reclaim the territory.
Ocean raised his muzzle to the sunset over the ocean and was silent as he admired the veiw. The veiw of his old home.
Then a sound began deep in his chest. It grew louder, changing ever constantly. But the sound was still the same, a sound that had been passed down for generations, never changing, never ceasing to be heard.
Ocean howled. He howled his story, the story of his old pack. Then his song became older. He claimed the territory with the song of his ancestors.
His song. His veiw. His new home.
Deyora Pack.
Subject: Taking Back The Land 
Mon Feb 15, 2010 10:22 pm
