scentacrosstime: (Not Your Average Prince Charming)
Wolf ([personal profile] scentacrosstime) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg 2012-09-11 04:40 am (UTC)

Wolf was already desperately searching out his friends in the panic, he crawled over each debris, running as fast as he could. Avoiding what he could that fell from the sky. He barely had a chance to catch his breath before he could smell someone familiar. His eyes widen, as he sniffed again. “Timon…”

Oh no. No! He won’t let his meerkat friend get caught up in this mess. He cried out, as he ran toward the scent, “TIMON!”

When Wolf got to the scene, he noticed the larger rock blocking where his friend’s scent was in the ground. In that moment another piece of the dome fell down, Wolf’s heart leapt in his throat, fearing that Timon might be done in. That fear and anger, already made Wolf’s eyes swirl from blue, to the dangerous shade of yellow. He made out a growl as he leapt in. With his wolf like strength he grabbed the large dome rock with all his might and lifted it off. Then grabbed at the rest of the rubble that buried the ground and pushed to tossing them aside.

Immediately Wolf began to dug toward his friend’s aid, as he desperately called out to his friend, “Timon! TIMON! Answer me! Are you alright?! TIMON!”

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