Decisions

It was not a long wait, the Empress was quick to meet him, her approaching figure was met with a nod of his head, lowering it respectfully. Sandor had never been one to bow his pride, but today he would if only for the fact he remembered her warning of not to come back...and here he was. They'd gotten off to a rough start, he having trespassed on their temporary land and been more than a bit defiant towards her and her questioning. He would be more compliant today, if only because he wanted to join her pack. 

As she spoke, he calmed his nerves with a deep steadying breath. The boy would nod in reply to her, he had come back. "Lirim is not the pack I thought. I want to be able to hone my skills as a fighter and use them. Could your pack provide this?" He would get straight to the point, though he could hone his skills as a fighter in Lirim with Torin, he did not see him actually using those skills. Torin was a peaceful wolf, but something stirred in Sandor, a restlessness that needed to be satisfied.