Just be sure to wear your best, we will surely make the covers
Corbie
09-19-2022, 06:06 PM
The man had left the life he had grown up in behind, unsure if his brother would actually choose to follow him on a more peaceful path than what they had known in their first year. The man was hoping to find a pack, a home to call his own, and a place to plant his roots. He was tired of being a merc for hire… it was a life that had never really suited him. He was small, not that it had stopped him from learning to fight or even enjoying it on occasion, but for the most part, he wanted a simpler life. That was exactly what he was hoping to find when he came to Boreas. Sans had gone south instinctively, searching for the borders of a pack. When he eventually found them he noticed something else too… the scent of prey. Not like something had been slain, no, but almost like there were a lot of the animals being kept somewhere beyond the borders. Could this pack be interested in farming? Had he found a potential home so easily? Sanctus quirked a brow curiously, wondering what more he might find out about the pack and its alpha. He tilted his head back, calling for the alpha of the lands. They would be able to tell him more. "Talk," 'Think.' |