He came. He saw. He panicked. Since Sora had found out that Taurig was his father, he had returned home with many thoughts. Well, not so much as a home, but rather back to the den that he shared with his mother and siblings and some other man. Sora had been awed, and he had gone back to see his Father again. But something was different. The scents that had proclaimed that part of the land as Tortuga were stale, hours old. So that's when he had decided to follow the trails, running nonstop. His little heart raced, would it be too late? Was his dad leaving? Although Sora was young, he was very smart. He always spent time to himself, observing and studying. His young mind older then he really was. And so it was with the thoughts that plagued his mind, he would make his decision. Sora wanted to go with his dad.
He could smell the salt of the sea, sudden bursts of wind stronger then they were in the forest. The stench of volcanic ash settling behind him into nothing but a distant memory. And then he would spot them, a pack of wolves immersing themselves into the water. Putting on a an extra burst of speed, he crashed through the brush, paws stamping down on sand as it flew up behind him. His tail was stuck straight out behind him, tongue hanging from his mouth as it was left wide open to catch his breath. "Dad! Dad wait for me!" he cried out, his paws coming into contact with the cold shallow waters, soon followed by the rest of his body as he plunged himself into the surf. He sputtered when the salt water entered his mouth, not liking the taste one bit but he wouldn't let it stop him. He reached his father's side, his own legs no longer touching the bottom as he paddled a little ways to grasp onto Taurig and clamber on his back. He brought himself forward, so that his head was resting on Taur's but keeping a grip on his back. "Dad, I'm coming with you! I don't wanna be left alone here, I wanna be where you are!" he would exclaim breathlessly, his tail beating gently against Taurig's back as he gave him a hearty lick atop his head.
He would hold on for what seemed like forever, but it had only been about an hour or so. When they arrived on the island and neared the shallows, Sora had hopped off to go the rest of the way on his own. Upon reaching dry sand, he shook off his fur, puppy fluff sticking out in all directions as he waited patiently for his father. His icy blue eyes observing the golden woman and Taurig, a small smile creeping onto his face. He waited for his father to become unoccupied, as well as waited for the rest of the pack to arrive.
"Speech"
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