Reap Just What You Sow

He'd been feeling uneasy about his return to Valhalla. Despite the warm greeting he'd gotten from Aza, he'd obviously been gone too long to properly reinstall himself back into his home. His conversation with his uncle had left him feeling more of a foolish child than an actual man. He was a year old now, but after that conversation, he might as well have been a three month old pup again. But his uncle had been right. He really shouldn't have been spouting off things without really having have had the entire story. He had been a bit immature and irrational about the situation, but a part of him was glad that Syrinx had shown him the error of his ways. He would pledge that from now on, he would not open his mouth if he didn't have the sufficient amount of information from which to be able to opinionate with.


Despite that, Gael had been feeling out of place in Valhalla. His sister was off doing who knows what and he hadn't seen his brother since they had both set off. His parents were still in Glaciem and he had no idea when they were going to come back. Would they be happy that their wayward son had finally come back, after nearly a year of being gone? Would they be mad? He supposed he would have to find out when they came back and he saw them. For now, all he could do was wonder and wander. Wander around Valhalla, trying to see what he could do. There was no one around it seemed, or at least he hadn't been able to run into anyone since having met with Aza and Syrinx at the border the day before. Part of him just wanted to find somewhere nice in the middle of Val where he could just curl up and sleep the day away until he could find some kind of use for himself, but his legs demanded he continue to wander. Though he wasn't too keen on wandering outside of Val since he still wanted to meet, maybe re-meet his family members. Would he run into anymore today? There was only one way to find out.


Figuring that the border was the best place to start, since that's where Aza had been yesterday, the young Adravendi made his way back to the invisible border, only noticeable by the scent marks from his aunt Chrysanthe. And what a surprise. Cerulean pools spotted an obsidian figure coming back across the border. The scent was unfamiliar, but the tint of Valhalla was unmistakable. A pack-mate perhaps? By his scent Gael could tell the young one was a male, a bit younger than him, maybe by a couple months. The cherub of puphood was beginning to fade away into the gangly lines that suited a growing yearling. Though he wasn't quite there yet, the boy's paws and body just still a tad bit disproportioned. There was a kind of upset aura about the young boy, something that immediately drew the multi-colored youth's attention. Without hesitation he approached the young onyx child, gaze gentle as he lowered his crown to the boy's level, plume wagging gently between his hocks as he spoke. Something troubles you young brother? The boy in question wasn't related to him, he could tell that much, but any Valhalla member was a family member in his eyes, blood related or not.


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