This House Is Not A Home

((Also gonna be super vague about the outcome of Torin's rank challenge but post meeting))

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There was a lot on the boy's mind, and the packlands almost felt too small right now. He felt like no matter where he was there was someone watching him... judging him. So he'd decided to go out and stretch his still healing legs beyond the borders, which in all honesty was probably a horrible idea... but then it seemed he was full of those as of late.

Almost seemingly without thinking he'd found his paws taking him towards his uncle's packlands, as soon as he realized that Torin frowned... He didn't really want to find himself upon his uncle's packlands so he diverged slightly, heading towards the scent of fresh vegetation... a refreshing smell after the dryness of the desert. As he approached another scent reached him and the sight of a figure moving on the horizon had his heart dropping slightly. He'd wanted quiet contemplation...

Well he'd just have to hope that the stranger wasn't particularly chatty... still he kept up his steady pace towards the lake and it's circling visitor. As he drew close enough to take in her form Torin stopped short. Doubt and something else rolled over him... what was it? Anxiety? Nervousness? No it must be his uncertainty on if this meeting with this stranger would be exhaustively high energy or not... her pacing seemed to insinuate that she had energy to spare.

Torin cleared his throat. "Hello?" He rumbled, his baritone usually so steady and inexpressive cracking ever so slightly. He felt heat rush to his face and his frown deepened. What was wrong with him?