we get a little restless

Dómari followed Alarik's lead and sat down as they continued to chat, curling his tail lightly around his paws. He didn't think Regulus would mind. This was his brother after all, not some suspicious loner sniffing around. Alarik mentioned the games they used to play and a soft smile tugged at Dómari's face. He could remember when he played the Dread Pirate Isakov! Those were such simple, innocent days back then before he'd been separated from his family and suddenly the games weren't so fun anymore. It was odd he'd once thought of himself as playing a morally ambiguous pirate. He didn't feel that way any more, he wanted to do good and be good for himself, his family and his pack.

"Haha, yea… I remember those games. It seems like so long ago." Dómari met Alarik's eyes as he talked about shifting those adventures from fantasy to reality. He was about to speak and say that he couldn't. He'd just joined a pack and didn't want to leave them so soon and then Alarik mentioned joining the pack. Dómari's face split into a huge grin. "That would be fantastic Alarik! We can explore and grow and learn together! I can show you my den and the hunting plains and everything. Do… do you want me to call the alpha here?"