Chitter Chatter

He had just finished a patrol of the area when he had a thought. Perhaps it was about time he spoke to Avalon, or maybe one of her children. He hadn’t been incredibly active within the pack although he had showed up for both the fighting and healing training. The young man flicked his hair, ghostly white eyes scanning over the terrain of the North. He felt at home here, yes, but there were also things missing. Such obvious things that it pained his heart to think about. Though he was here he was not with his kin anymore... He missed Obscoro and Shiro.

Ganta paused, tilting his head back as he let loose a howl. He wasn’t sure who was going to show up, be it Avalon or one of her children... But it was about time he spoke to one of them. Perhaps about rank, as right now he was untested for the most part and that in and of itself frustrated him. He breathed in as he finished his call, settling down on his haunches as he prepared to wait. Hopefully they wouldn’t be too long...