A Is For Agrimony
12-31-2015, 03:02 PM
Walk | Talk | Think The excitement after the pack's founding had settled down, and a new awkwardness had taken its place as each of them attempted to find their spot within the pack. Miksa was still bent upon training as a fighter, eager and interested in bettering the skill that he hoped had stuck with him from the personal training Surreal had managed to give him upon his arrival. It was hard at times to keep it all in his mind, to consciously consider all the options available to him, but during a fight, in the moment, he hoped that the need to think and decide would come naturally and instinct would guide him. He had just about forgotten that he had mentioned to Surreal his interest in healing, and when he heard another voice call out for him, a voice that was unrecognizable, he was at first uncertain. Was it really for him? Who wanted to talk to him? The white wolf second guessed it for a few seconds, hesitating, but eventually conceded and moved to answer the call, hurrying his pace to make up for the time he had stalled. Maybe it was just something...casual. Nothing to worry about. No matter what he told himself, however, he still worried, and arrived at the den with his tan ears tipped back and a nervous look to his black-marked eyes. He slowed and paused outside of the den, spotting a solitary white figure within, and cautiously entered. "Hello?" he greeted, his uncertainty candid within his tone, "I think you called me? I'm Miksa." Briefly his bright eyes fell to the dried plants situated with care on the floor of the cavern, and his tucked ears finally perked as he tried to put things together and make sense of his summons. |
