a home to rest my weary bones
03-09-2020, 03:23 PM
Though he didn't usually admit it Torin had to at least admit to himself that he was grateful for Ragnheiðr, though things were not picking up the way he wanted for his pack he couldn't deny that the speckled woman had been a bright spot in the haze of stress and loss. Though she'd started as a trespasser she felt like she belonged now. And with having given the woman her new rank Torin knew he had to seek her out to help figure out where she might be needed and also to see what ideas she had for the young members of the pack. It didn't take long to pick up the woman's scent and Torin quickly followed, finding her as she walked through the valley. Torin noted her bear companion wasn't around and he couldn't help to feel a little disappointed, he was curious to find out more about her. "Good day." He called out as he approached, a friendly smile on his face, even if it wasn't quite full. There was still too much on his mind. |
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