family picnic

Sota couldn't help but feel somewhat restless as of late. He'd been spending most of his time by himself, though his recent conversation with Oxide had helped ground him a bit. He wasn't used to not having a long-term goal - he wondered if he ought to be putting his efforts toward training in anticipation of searching for Balsam, but he had a feeling he was needed here more than anything. It was hard to imagine Balsam truly needing him; surely his crafty friend had long since escaped his captivity and was faring even better than before, out on his own. Though he hadn't spend much time with Eris or her family, he felt he have plenty to offer them, and he couldn't help but shake the thought that maybe he still owed them for the wrongs he had (accidentally) done.

He navigated toward the falls from a higher position in the trees. Nimble paws carried him from one branch to the next fluidly, with the grace of a creature that had never left the trees. And the truth was that he'd spent far more time in the trees than on the ground.. though he was begrudgingly learning to adept. Below him he saw the shapes of familiar wolves, arresting his attention from his self-guided tour of the cedar forest and toward the falls. He was oblivious to Eris's vow of silence, though without being told explicitly he'd come to understand the subtle way that the Ademre communicated. Asking any more questions wasn't really Sota's style. He cleared his throat to announce his presence long before he showed himself, eventually navigating down toward the clearing and letting a gentle smile touch his lips as he approached the few, his expression careful - and his mind hoping that he wasn't at all intruding.