makes the man

On the wind, all he could hear was that Elias had claimed... he'd claimed something. A gaping maw in the earth, and a mountain that sprung up like a weed. In reality, the tank of a young man wasn't sure what to think. It had been a year since he'd seen hide or hair of the man... why had he not come for his own son? Nevermind. It didn't matter. Bellum wasn't going to cut off the nose to spite the face, and he was going to arrive at the borders of the lands on his own. If he wanted any chance of being a son to his father, this was as good as any... right? Maybe a part of him longed for a male role model after all.

That, and mom was getting old. Bellum would do his best to provide for her when the time came, but... well, for now, he would do better with the training and protection a pack could provide. The family unit could do a lot more for him, and he could do more for that unit. This would be his chance, right? Now was as good a time as any.

He'd grown considerably, filling out in a decent manor. Under all the baby fat was a young man that was coming into his own. Bellum had a good head on his shoulders, and he would use that to the best of his ability. He would ask his father if he could stay here... while still keeping an eye on his mother. While still making sure that he was doing justice for the woman that had done her best to raise him. With a good head about him, the tank moved to the edge of the mountain and called for his father. Easy as that.