02-16-2018, 12:57 PM
The golden toned male picked his way through the Meadow, bypassed the Field, skirted the damaged territory of Taiga and ended up in Sylva. A light sheen of sweat coated his heavy body despite the chill of autumn that had begun to creep across the land. His heavy wings ruffled at his sides before tucking them tighter against his large form. He had left at first light from the Meadow and managed to get across Beqanna before the sun had quite reached its zenith. He hoped that he could conclude his business here quickly and return before nightfall but he knew that may not be the case. A huff passed his lips as he passed the borders and ventured further into the territory.
His dark chocolate gaze swept the woods. The trees would provide a good wind break against the coming winter and that was half his reason for coming. In search of somewhere safe. His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed slightly. A scent on the wind, faint at first but he was certain it was predatory. Wolves. More than one. That was unfortunate. One would be little trouble. He was a large male, almost 17 hands and heavily muscled thanks to his heritage. The wings offered further protection, but against more than one, against a pack, even he would need help.
A low whicker passed his lips as he moved further along. He didn’t want to attract the attention of the wolves but he did need to find whoever was in charge of the kingdom. Hopefully they would find him before trouble did.
