we get a little restless
This was it. This was where the scent trail ended. Alarik stood at the border, his nose twitching as he tried to push past the overwhelming smell of the pack border to find the familiar smell of his brother again. Over the last season or two, Alarik had found that his frustration with the world was steadily wearing away at his patience. No adventures or dragons to slay, no beautiful princesses to fall in love with... were all of those things he dreamed of as a child truly meant to stay dreams forever? Would he never find purpose in life?
All of those troublesome questions had finally irritated him enough to make him want to do something about it. Did the knights he dreamed of as a boy sit and wait for the dragon to come to them? Hell no! They went and found the dragon themselves! So that was what Alarik was deciding to do. He would explore with a purpose this time, meeting lots of new people and maybe eventually finding a home for himself. And in the future, a wife and a family all his own... but that was way in the future.
These were the determined thoughts that consumed Alarik as he went in search of his brother. His brother could come with him. They could take on this great big world together, like they did when they were pups. But he'd found the scent, and he'd followed it... and it had led him here.
He couldn't be mistaken. This is where Dómari was. So... he had joined a pack? Alarik couldn't deny that his head was reeling a bit as he stood at that border line. But he had come to find his brother, and that was what he intended to do. Swallowing hard and gathering his courage, Alarik tipped his nose to the sky and sent forth a call for his brother.
They had a lot to talk about. "Talk" "You" Think |
