Take A Risk, Play A Game

Albion had help in preserving the bear pelt that he had killed with Athena not so long ago. It was a summer pelt so it wasn’t anything super fluffy or impressive but it was huge and he had killed it so it deserved a special place on his bed. Now that he was getting so close to adulthood he was slowly sleeping more in his own rooms than with his mother and Dalila. He was still a puppy though, and it was hard to deny the comforting pull of Siren’s delicate arms. Still, he felt the pull of independence and despite his youth and naivety he wanted to do well for his dad and his pack.

The fights with a tiger and bear had been with the new wolf Athena, he didn’t know her very well but he knew that she was an accomplished fighter and that he could learn a lot from her. Like he was doing the last two times he had met with her, Albion’s pale paws were padding over the sandly beach on a patrol. He was keeping note to himself to be more observant, he never knew when there would be a tiger stalking him after all. His senses were all alight when he heard the call for him.

Honestly Athena’s voice was kind of unfamiliar but it didn’t take the boy long to realize who was calling for him. She quickly gained his attention, it wasn’t very often he was called on specifically. He quickly shifted his direction and trotted down the sand towards where Athena called him from. His ghostly white eyes would eventually find her form beneath the shade of some of their palm trees. She was perched carefully over an assortment of items and a painted blanket stretched out in front of her.

Albion had no sense of what the whole of Auster would look like, even more so no clue of Boreas. He couldn’t even picture an aerial view of their own island. Maybe it was just a defect in his mind’s eye. So the boy was incredibly confused about what she had for him. That fact was made obvious in the way his head tilted and his eyes trailed over the dark and thin lines, curious about the different colors on the tapestry and the pebbles assembled with an intent he didn’t know.

"Hello, Athena.” He said softly as his gaze continued up and down her painting, technically upside down from where he stood. "What is this?” He continued, trying to hide how massively clueless he was. Of course, he was curious as well and open to what she was about to say.

"Albion Baskara Klien"