Finding My Place Here

Ricin has grown tall, his long legs gangly on his lean frame. The season had changed and, with it, the brothers blue had become yearlings. Since the pack meeting, Ricin has worked hard to further his skills with exploring, even taking time to learn the lay of the lands nearby in hopes of securing a spot as a Rimor. Nervous energy bubbles in his chest as he makes his way toward the common area by the lake, doubt starting to creep into his mind. Is he really ready for this position? Should he wait until he is an adult?

Soon enough, he comes to stop at the spot by the lake and, fearing that he might change his mind, Ricin tips his head back and releases a soft call for Manea. Butterflies dance around inside his stomach as he waits, dread and joy waging a silent war inside him.

"Ricin Dauner"