Fish out of water...

Sandor watched as the other went towards a flower as he dragged his fish back to the shore and made sure it died. Licking his lips he listened as Alarr told him that his father and siblings came with him to the festival. Laughing softly at the mention of him being ancient, how old could he really be? Turning back to the water, he went back to trying to get another fish, though he kept getting distracted by Alarr harvesting the plant he had found as well as his explanation of Legion. The idea of a pack of fighters was both thrilling and frightening all at the same time for Sandor, he liked the idea of being able to learn from seasoned warriors that regularly honed their skills…but as a young pup he would stand no chance of escaping one…even an ancient one like Alarr’s father.

Alarr’s question caused ears to fold back slightly, hesitant. Reluctantly, he told the truth, hoping that he would at least be able to run off into the crowd before the ‘ancient’ dad appeared. “No…no one. They’re gone.” He answered, letting the answer hang in the air for Alarr to figure out the meaning as he dived for another fish, welcoming the stinging of water up his nose as he tried to push the memories of his father dying out of his mind. His mother was very much alive…just not around.