A sound like thunder

Ricin has decided to go out and explore as many lands as he can. The young blue boy has taken his promotion to lead navigator seriously and has begun searching for useful resources for the pack. Today he had decided to go a little further away from the pack lands and found some mines to go delving in. By the time he emerges from the mine depths, night had fallen over the land and he stops to give his coat a good shake before moving out under the stars. In the flat lands near the mines, the scent of old blood hangs thickly in the area and Ricin had wondered what exactly goes on there. Ah, but that is better left for another day. As the blue boy skirts the edge of the land, aiming to begin the trek back to the island, a call rings out from inside the barren field

He stops, blinking is surprise as he looks in the direction of the invitation, indecision making him chew his lip. It seems friendly, a call to come and spar or just to meet new faces. Giving himself a small shrug, Ricin decides to answer it and starts to moves in the direction the wolf had called from. Maybe now is a good time to test out the training Chade has drilled into him. Crimson eyes find a large, dark form silhouetted against the night sky. The wolf is tall, like Manea and Alastor, and Ricin calmly saunters up toward the wolf. As he approaches with a friendly smile on his lips, the boy takes to breath to speak. The scent of another wolf reaches his nostrils and a look of confusion crosses his features. Pulling to a stop, he turns his gaze away from the tall male and instead searches the ground some distance away.

A ball of gray lays tucked into themselves and Ricin casts a look to the older male. Offering the man an uncertain smile, he says, “Uh, hello. My name is Ricin and I came to answer your call. But, uh, it seems there is already someone here. Do you know them?” He points a paw to the gray ball before looking at taller male and waiting to hear what exactly is going on.


"Ricin Dauner"