Luck run dry. [c]
Apr 6, 2015 11:47:23 GMT -5
Post by falcon on Apr 6, 2015 11:47:23 GMT -5
The summer was not kind this year, it was hot and dry. The rains that had become a nuisance during the spring were followed by an unrelenting heat and no rain to quench the earths thirst. The grounds were nearly dry of water, only a few areas remained puddled but they too would soon be gone. Intent on not using the last of the close sources of water, Renier had begun bringing water from the Gardens back for those less inclined to make such a trek. For that reason, there was a bucket swinging weightlessly from his jaws as he made his way outside.
It was hot inside the Mansion, though cooler in some areas than outside. The brindle Mastiff mix still panted quite heavily after a few minutes exposed to the heat of the sun. The heat seemed attracted to his darker fur, even if it was short, it felt as if fire were on his back and he quickened his pace, eager to reach the gardens and be back in the shade again. Thus far since his return, he had been eager to help anyone he could, volunteering to go hunting and even going so far as to clear debris from the hurricane. The grounds were not magnificent or pristine, but the large branches and garbage were few and far in between. Renier was quite proud of the work he had done and even doing something as small as collecting water for the young and the old, he was quite content.
Fortunately for him, those that did not like him had seen very little of him. It was not often that Ren was happy to not be around pack mates; in fact he nearly went out of his way to speak with others in Kekoa and in some cases, the Police Force. Yet, there were times when he intentionally avoided the pack’s lands all together, choosing to den with Amanzi was far more comforting than sleeping at the Mansion when Caymus and Thorne were about. His last encounter with either of them had been at the meeting Atticus had held about Benjamin and the goings on of the pack and a brief mention of the Police Force. Ren hadn’t lingered, his hunting group had left almost immediately after to prepare for a hunt.
He wasn’t a fool, eventually his luck would run out, but for now he was content that it hadn’t.
East for Thorne <3