LIFE ON MARS :: open

It was an unusual day, for a strange chill ran through Slough Creek. And it was summer, for crying out loud. It should be far warmer. And at the Lookout Point seized by the Valiant Creek Pack, the muscular male could feel a bit of wind flow through his brown pelt. The moon did not take over the sky yet, though he knew that the sun would set soon. His brown gaze fell on a mass of earth under his control - Saddle Meadows. It was where his pack's densite stood, and perhaps where the rest of the Valiant Creek Pack was at the moment. Perhaps it was best if he returned home.

Maximilian ran his tongue across his lips, and he tapped his tail on the rocky ground below him. Now his gaze snapped back to the horizon past the Lookout Point, where much of Slough Creek could be seen. It was a beautiful view and offered a chance to scout out the land just beyond the borders. Now he looked over at where the Ketsumei supposedly ruled and released a low sigh. The alpha may appear to be tough and ready to fight, but this was a war he truly hated. He desired peace and nothing more. But surrender was far from an option, for he had no clue what would happen to his pack if they gave in. They had to fight, no matter the cost. It was why they were called the "Valiant" Creek Pack, after all. And Max thought it sounded cooler than Creek Pack. Alphas' word is law.

He rolled his shoulders and rose to his paws, giving his pelt a quick shake. Indeed, perhaps it was time to return home.