The Way of the Fist
01-20-2018, 07:17 PM
Well he was home and yet he didn't feel the same amount of joy that Faite had. He'd also spent his time recuperating, but unlike his aunt, he didn't have the rest of his family to enjoy seeing. As it turned out, Zuriel and Daelos had gone off on a trip of their own and Miach was left by himself. Sure, he could have hung out with his aunt or cousins, but Faite was still rather mad at him and he didn't know his cousins well enough to seek them out. So far most of them seemed far too happy and bubbly for his liking. Rory was the alpha so that was out of the question. So far he wanted to stay under the radar before he got himself in more trouble. He already couldn't leave the territory so that wasn't helping with the boredom either. It was days like this he kind of missed Abyzou. At least she knew how to have fun. Zell's call was unexpected and Miach debated on whether it was something he could ignore. He'd never really viewed the larger male as an authority figure, but he'd been gone since he was a pup so it wasn't as though he'd really learned a lot on respecting authority figures. He sat underneath the tree he was under for a good minute contemplating on whether or not he should go before he finally rose to his paws. He was the lowest ranked member in the pack and he had no intentions of staying there. Not being able to leave the territory without permission and supervision wasn't something he wanted to live with so he figured showing up to things would be his best bet. He took his time reaching the others, but even with that amount of laziness he still wasn't late. Not by a long shot at least judging by the amount of wolves that were in Lirim. A few of his cousins were still not here and then there were some adults missing as well. He glanced around for a moment longer before taking a seat at the edge of the group. He didn't feel like getting all friendly with anyone right now. |
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