Could This Be Home?
09-18-2020, 12:56 AM
The large male was deep in thought as he wandered away from the mangroves and into the hot springs that neighbored it. After his proposal to Azariah he began to take a serious look at their lives as it currently was. He still dreamt of being the pack leader he had always thought that he might be one day, but he was beginning to wonder if he would ever truly be ready to do so. It always felt like there was something else in that took higher priority. First it was his mother and the death of his father that sent her into several years of grieving. Then it was his nieces and the fragile state of his sister. Now it was Azariah and the life and family they hoped to have. Would he ever really find it in himself to put a pack equal to or above that in his mind? He wasn't sure that he could, but he knew that's what his pack would deserve. If he was going to do it right then he was going to have to put his entire heart and soul into it. He reached the edge of the steaming pools of the hot springs and paused, lifting his silvery eyes from the ground as he scanned the area around him. He'd mostly come here to find a quiet space to think, but when his eyes landed on the scarred woman he remembered from their encounter with a lion his focus quickly shifted. He smiled a little and made his way over to where she was standing. "Resin," he said simply in greeting, giving her a small dip of his head. "It's good to see you again." He hadn't had a chance to reconnect with her during his short stent as a member of the Armada and that had been a regret of his since he remembered the warrior fondly. "What brings you out this way?" he asked curiously, glancing over the hot springs around them. |
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