we will call this our land

Kotori had enjoyed spending a good deal of his time as a yearling traveling about the lands in exploration and self-discovery.  The state of his family drama back then had enticed him to be a loner for days or even weeks at a time with only a short stop back into the pack lands to check in on things.  He had eventually settled down onto pack turf to train, help deal with the chaos of that seemingly eternal night, and then aim for promotion.  

When he’d imagined moving he had imagined a similar pace as he’d taken back in those days.  Now Kotori had better stamina and speed which made the pace seem all the slower.  Having wolves pulling a cart and younger kids to deal with made everything slower than Kotori cared for.

Kotori had taken it on himself to keep slightly farther out, scouting for any danger hidden along the paths.  At points, he still took breaks to travel with the others and take a breather.  At one point Bas had gotten an irritated gaze as the boy seemed overly sullen. “You’re a Fatalis aren’t you?” The boy obviously knew the answer but sometimes questions made a fact all the more obvious, “Fatalis do not sulk.  Show well kid.” The kid was growing like a damn giant but still immature.

Once they arrived Kotori thought about lying down to rest, acknowledging the scouting had definitely made the trek a bit tiring.  Kotori Fatalis wasn’t about to look like he needed to rest while others in his family were working.  Scraping clear all grass from a patch of land, Kotori then went and found some rocks to act as a barrier around his dirt circle.  From there he gathered branches and eventually he’d have a fire going.  The boy raised his brows at Mort, smirking a bit but didn’t choose to add into the song.    

Kotori Fatalis