last in line

Manea made herself comfortable and Sol and Khonsu mirrored her, their haunches folding slow to take a cautious seat before her border. At her chuckle Sol gave a brief smile, his cobalt eyes softening. "It's been exhausting." He admitted. "Your continent is vast."

Khonsu nodded. "However finding a place we belong and can be comfortable is important to us and makes it worth it. We have endured hardships growing up and acceptance can sometimes be hard to find." So far it seemed the wolves of this land were much more willing to look past another individual's oddities - people had stared, gawked and asked openly about their strange appearance, but nobody had been aggressive or cruel yet. It spoke good things for Boreas.

As Manea moved into her own explanation, the twins fell into a polite and contemplative silence. The description of Elysium seemed rather typical of a simple family pack, though Sol's ears could not help but pin as she spoke of her family's beliefs. "What sort of beliefs?" He asked, worry in his tone.

Khonsu's muzzle bumped against his brother's in a gentle reprimand. "That's rude." Turning his gaze to Manea, he offered an apologetic smile. "Sol was not socialized well, every conversation is a learning experience. Is there room in your pack for wolves who follow different beliefs, and is the practice of them openly something that is accepted?" While not as important to his brother, Khonsu knew he'd be unable to accept a home where he had to hide his own religion from sight.  

Sol & Khonsu