It Has Come To This
11-10-2015, 12:52 AM
He had been on this side of the continent for only about a week now, and still he had found no land that he thought suited his family. He took a deep breath, eyeing the water that dared to lap at his paws from the wading pool. He had come here to catch some fish, but instead had been caught up in his thoughts. The elders had sent him here in hopes to find a new place for their pack, their family, to call home. The lands that the Gøran's lived in now had been started to be overrun by a war. It was nothing that their warriors couldn't handle -- for now. There was fear of it getting worse, and with the hunts being worse than usual, it was time to start looking for options. He sent a silent prayer to Arnau, asking the goddess to give his family good hunts while he was gone. He didn't know how long he would be in these lands, at least until he found something worth taking back. Him and a few others had been blessed to be picked to be the ones to go out and look, and he didn't intend to come back with nothing at all. He had chosen these lands, one he had heard being called Alacritia. He wasn't sure if the others by chance swam here as well, or picked some other land mass to explore. As of yet, he was the only Gøran that he knew of here. Hopefully he could keep it that way, he didn't need to be helped, he could prove himself further. Gwen had worked all his life to prove his worth, and wasn't about to stop trying now. Letting out a sigh he flopped to his rump, the familiar weight of his wreath of roses at his shoulders giving him comfort. He would rest here for a bit, and then move on with his exploration. |