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Post by [Midnight] on Sept 24, 2011 14:20:38 GMT -5
Caden Valley. It was his to rule over. For it was Caden who has established this new pack, took residency in this quiet place. He took what was nonexistant and gave it order, and at such an opportune time, when there were wolves wandering from far away lands where earthquakes and famine had killed their spirits.
Of course, Caden didn't necessarily see things this way. Not quite yet. Maybe when he was older and wiser and had more time to think back on it, he'd realize how heroic he might seem to the younger. Really, he had only done what many wolves do; he had acted upon his personality and used his leadership qualities to form order among many strangers. From there on, he saw things from more of a competitive outlook; there were many who had to be won over before they joined his pack, and he was detirmined to make a pack wolf out of all the loners still out there. Also there was still the presence of Falling Moon and the mystery surrounding their past. There were still the hardships of the seasons and the chance of someone stronger than him challenging his right over Caden Valley and Dancing Stars.
But Caden was confident, and hopefully that was all he needed to win it all.
His confidence was evident in his every feature. He was handsome to look at, perhaps, but it was more of his personality that probably caught the undivided attention of others. He was certainly a dominant persona. Though he himself was a kind-hearted individual, he found his competitive spirit flared by the arrogant.
Sunlight beaming hot on his back, Caden strolled nonchalantly through the meadows. Summer was nearing; the most relaxing time of the year. He could be almost certain of total peace, but he knew better than to let his guard down with a rival pack so close to home. As he charged through a flock of birds, unsettling them and sending them to the skies, his playful mood intensified. He was happy to be here, with his pack, who had given birth to plenty of pups. He could rest easy. The pack had settled down completely, and Caden was finally feeling like he was on top of his game.
As his feet landed back to the grass, he stood with a fluttering, frightened bird in his jaws, and it was trying desperately to break free from his grip at the expense of its own wing.
Of course, Caden didn't necessarily see things this way. Not quite yet. Maybe when he was older and wiser and had more time to think back on it, he'd realize how heroic he might seem to the younger. Really, he had only done what many wolves do; he had acted upon his personality and used his leadership qualities to form order among many strangers. From there on, he saw things from more of a competitive outlook; there were many who had to be won over before they joined his pack, and he was detirmined to make a pack wolf out of all the loners still out there. Also there was still the presence of Falling Moon and the mystery surrounding their past. There were still the hardships of the seasons and the chance of someone stronger than him challenging his right over Caden Valley and Dancing Stars.
But Caden was confident, and hopefully that was all he needed to win it all.
His confidence was evident in his every feature. He was handsome to look at, perhaps, but it was more of his personality that probably caught the undivided attention of others. He was certainly a dominant persona. Though he himself was a kind-hearted individual, he found his competitive spirit flared by the arrogant.
Sunlight beaming hot on his back, Caden strolled nonchalantly through the meadows. Summer was nearing; the most relaxing time of the year. He could be almost certain of total peace, but he knew better than to let his guard down with a rival pack so close to home. As he charged through a flock of birds, unsettling them and sending them to the skies, his playful mood intensified. He was happy to be here, with his pack, who had given birth to plenty of pups. He could rest easy. The pack had settled down completely, and Caden was finally feeling like he was on top of his game.
As his feet landed back to the grass, he stood with a fluttering, frightened bird in his jaws, and it was trying desperately to break free from his grip at the expense of its own wing.
