Decisions

Sandor had a decision to make. Did he abandon his friend while she was sick and pursue his own goals or did he stay behind, putting his goals on the back burner, so that he could stay loyal to his friend in her time of need. The yearling prided himself on being loyal, but he was not loyal to Lirim- not really. He only felt a sense of loyalty towards Siobhan. So, how did he make such a decision? He would do what the youth did best- he'd ask questions. Having already had a run in with the leader of Ashen previously, he made his way back to the red rocks where he had found her before. This time he was careful to stay out of their temporary land, lingering just on the other side of the border. 

Breathing deeply, he would tilt his head and call for the leader. It was not a long call, it was short and to the point. He wanted to talk and he would wait as long as need be to do so (barring if he had to leave to hunt...if she took that long). Sandor remained standing for the time being, head up with ears at attention listening for the approach of others.