we get a little restless
Alarik kept his attention on the crimson alpha, wanting to show how ready he was to give his skills to this pack. He took a breath and looked at his brother. The thing was, he'd never really shared this before. It was clear that he loved hunting, but he usually told people his pursuit was fighting. Being a strong and gallant knight, like he and his brother had just been talking about. But now was the time to be totally transparent about his intentions. So he smiled and turned to Regulus. "I have some experience and interest in fighting, but I'd like to put most of my focus on hunting. That's what I feel I'm best at, and what I most enjoy doing."
"And I think I could really improve both skills, and use them to support and protect the pack. That's what I want, I'm just... tired of not feeling like I have a purpose in life. If accepted, I would not only agree to be active and work hard for the good of the pack. I would genuinely enjoy it." He nodded a bit, hoping his words conveyed his feelings accurately enough. He wanted Regulus to know how badly he wanted this. He wanted him to know he intended to pull his weight at all times.
But after that, the alpha asked something else. He asked if Alarik and Dómari happened to be related to a Raisa Xanilov. At the sound of her name, Alarik felt his heart flutter. He opened his mouth to tell Regulus that she was their grandmother, but Dómari beat him to the punch, and he chuckled a little and nodded as if to confirm what his brother had said. But then he got excited, and started asking Regulus if he knew where Ebony was. Alarik felt his ears leaning toward his skull in embarrassment, or some similar emotion. "We looked everywhere, Dom," he said quietly. "I think Ebony is gone. Maybe we need to move on." It was a hard thing to say. "Talk" "You" Think |
