Traveling Soldier

He could see the nervous tick that was gnawing away at her, he could see it in the way she shifted before him, allowing her amber gaze to move away from him, murmuring that their grandfather had never lead Valhalla astray. She had a point there. Their pack was one of the biggest on Alacritis, flourishing under the rule of his grandfather and then the rule of his father. Yes, he has. And you're right Aza. I'm sorry for not having faith in the decision of our grandfather. I suppose I don't have much room to opinionate since I've been gone for so long. A part of him now was starting to think that perhaps his having wandered off hadn't been such a good idea. He'd been gone for nearly a year and so many things had changed in Valhalla. He was aware of the biggest changes, but he didn't know the backstories to them. He had left his family for his own selfish reasons and was now back, trying to worm his way back into something that maybe he had no business being in anymore. Had coming back become a mistake?


As he watched his sister absorb his words, which now thinking about it he probably shouldn't have in the first place, given his recently having come back, the sound of paw steps behind him alerted him to the arrival of another wolf. The scent was familiar; an Adravendi. As his family member came into view, Gael was a bit unnerved. The man before him had the skin from his lower jaw completely gone, exposing the actual jaw itself, all bone and with no muscle or tendons to speak of. The signature blue eyes and scent of Adravendi drove the young boy to assume that this was his uncle Syrinx. He couldn't remember meeting his uncle, but he was the only male family member he had, aside from his brother and his grandfather. There was no else that it could be. The russet man spoke up, finding it rather interesting that the young Adravendi found him unfit to rule. Hearing the words thrown back at him, he was beginning to think that he probably should have kept his opinions to himself, since they apparently couldn't be justified due to his absence.


His uncle continued on to say that he hadn't lost to his aunt Chrysanthe, but instead stopped the fight because his grandfather had had a heart attack during the challenge. Gael backed up a step, ivory tipped plume whipping uneasily between his hocks, audits pinned half way down his skull. A heart attack? Was his grandfather alright? Forgive me uncle, I speak without reason or justification. I spoke without thinking. He offered up a bow to his elder family member, audits pinning themselves flat against his skull as he realized the wrongness of his spoke words. Is my...grandfather alright? came his quiet question, ocean blue eyes intent on the russet man before him. Perhaps his uncle wasn't as bad of a man as he had previously thought him to be. He would've taken his words back if he could've, but it was too late now. He would just have to be more mindful about what he said out loud next time. Excuse my loose tongue uncle, sometimes it has a mind of its own. The yearling dropped his gaze to his white-tipped paws. What an impression to make upon his return.



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