Talking Business
He didn't know what Torin was calling him for. He wasn't sure if he should care anymore, but that father part that was still in him picked him up and told him to go. Zell had learned at this point to keep a straight face like he was always in a game of poker. There was no use in getting pissed off about everything anymore. He would just keep losing, anyway. But the call wasn't just for him, it was also for Frostbite which drew his curiosity out. What in the world did Torin need that he needed him to be there? He supposed he'd find out when he got there.
He didn't hurry. He took his time walking in that direction. The deep scar he had gotten recently was still scabbed and angry looking, his eye still somewhat swollen from his encounter with a cougar out in the desert. He still wasn't sure if he would end up blind in that eye or not when it was finally healed enough to open, but he supposed it didn't matter. He probably deserved it. Karma and all that shit.
When he spotted the others with his good eye, he lumbered over to them and nodded to them in quiet greeting. He stood there with a questioning gaze lingering on his son. Was there some sort of news to tell? An announcement? Was he finally going to kick him from the pack? So many possibilities. So many potential answers. For now, he would stand and wait. |
