Words Fail
12-04-2017, 11:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-28-2020, 10:36 AM by Torin.)
Torin wasn’t exactly going out his way to avoid Rory so much as he was simply skirting his brother. They hadn’t really spoken since the meeting, Torin had needed time to think; to absorb all of what had happened. He wasn’t angry at his brother, no he was angry at himself. He was sure that there must have been something he could have done… anything! So no he wasn’t angry at Rory but he wasn’t exactly comfortable with seeing him either. He knew that couldn’t last long though, if he was to take his duties as Iliff seriously he would need to observe both his brother and Frostbite. More than that he still wanted to have a relationship with his brother. Since Faite’s disappearance he had felt the distance between him and his siblings growing deeper, so he would simply have to bite the bullet and approach his brother. The sun high in the sky Torin padded through the packlands, he knew it was unlikely to find his brother hanging around his den right now so instead he was attempting to pick up Rory’s scent along the border line, maybe he’d recently done a patrol… |
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