Bones of our Ancestors
10-05-2015, 07:56 PM
War. The very thought of it had been tumbling around in his head for some time now, since his father had mentioned it. The possibility of actually being able to fight, for real, not just for practice.. it was absolutely exhilarating. He didn't feel the least bit surprised when he heard his father's call ring out across the lands. It was far more demanding than usual, and he would turn to head toward it with diligence. His pace would increase until he was nearly running, and he found himself panting softly as he drew closer to the gathering. It seemed like everyone was just as eager for this moment, though he figured some had no idea what Bass needed them for. His green eyes would dance around the wolves, focusing on his siblings in particular. Finch was leaning against Lillianna, something that was a bit strange to him; he liked Lillie but the thought of her spending time with his sister made him feel vaguely uneasy. He nodded in Calypsei's direction, turning to head toward Sparrow and Starling, pushing in front of some of the others without thought. This was important, and his eyes fixated with determination on his father. "Ready to do this?" he'd mumble softly to Starling, grinning a bit, noting that he looked more certain than usual. Perhaps his training away from Abaven had been good for him.. still, he was happy he was home again. |
