You Better Be Good To Me

N/A · 04-13-2013, 04:20 PM

The boy was pleased by his acceptance. Cairo seemed to have no problem allowing him back into the ranks of Valhalla and a contented rumble reverberated through his chest. He'd spent the short time he was given wandering about the new territory. Fenrir was a cautious being and didn't like knowing about the place he called home. He had intended on exploring every inch of the place and then eventually finding a den.

Thoughts wandered to his mother. Cairo hadn't seemed to appreciate her presence one bit, but he was oddly dismissive of her. She still had the mouth that she always had. She truly wished only the best for him, but Fenrir couldn't help but wonder if it was healthy for him to be around her. She hadn't been the best mother ever, but she had done the best she could without Thor around. Regardless, he was aware that Tortuga and Valhalla weren't on the best of standings. He still intended to visit her in his spare time, but how would others look at it? She had left Valhalla for a new home. He would be visiting a Tortugan. Most would probably frown upon it. Then again, a part of him didn't care.

A howl broke his thoughts. Ebony ears flicked forward and the man brought his muscular form to a halt. Head cocked to the side and an ear flicked backwards as he tried to determine who could be calling to the rest of the pack. It was obviously a higher ranked member, but something told him it wasn't the Alpha female. Shoulders rolled back in a shrug and he changed direction.

Upon arriving, dual colored hues flickered to the four other wolves there. There was a white female who smelled strongly of herbs. She seemed to be pregnant as well, that or she was just extremely fat, but he doubted it. Then there was a black male with odd markings and a golden eagle. The way he carried himself suggested that he was of higher rank. Then there was another female. She was black and white with a star on her face. Then there was another pregnant female. She looked like a Beta, but he could tell she was no higher. She certainly had called the pack meeting. She too seemed pregnant. Seems as though there's a puppy bloom.

After observing each and every one of them he came to the conclusion that only two of them were normal. The fae with the star on her head was odd, so was the black male. Only the two white pregnant females were the only ones with normal markings (not that they bore any) and even himself was an oddity, more so than the others. He was larger than most. He stood at a proud 38 inches and over 150 pounds in weight. He had one crimson and one emerald colored eye and a red stripe ran from his forehead to his tail tip. He doubted he could look any odder. He was proud of his looks though. He was an equal representation of both his mother and his father.

Head remained high and his tail retained it's neutral position as he took a seat a little ways from the others. A respectful tail flick and a soft dip of his head was his only greeting. He was a man of few words. He preferred to let his actions speak for him. A tail flicked lazy over his paws as he sat back and waited silently for the meeting to begin. He was aware that Valhalla was large and that more members would arrive so it would be a while. He had time, so he could be patient.

Speech,

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