Birthright

The brown pelted male heard the familiar sound reach his ears. It was the sound of the Valhalla healer, Erani. The woman seemed fond of him, and Newol found himself fond of her. She was the only real friend that the brute had so far in this land. One of the few here that actually knew the story too of how he'd come to be here. I could recall the event too. Telling her about how he'd been born in the desert with the wandering Misfits. About how when he'd still be young, just a yearling, his mother had told him to run away from the desert. Run as hard and as fast as he could and go find some beautiful place that was alive where he could thrive. He wasn't the prettiest of stories, no. But one thing was for sure, he new that his birth mother had loved him. And he'd done what she'd told him to. He'd put himself far away from that desert. And Erani was one of the few he'd shared that story with in his brief time here.

So when her voice reached his ear, he turned toward the source of the Summoning. His eyes alert, and ears pointing straight up and forward. It had caught him by surprise somewhat, but then again, he'd never experienced any of the things that happened in a traditional pack. But with that said, he still knew in his gut what this was. It was some sort of call to arms. That was souly thanks to all of the Royal Family of Zaraidd is his high pedigree blood. So turning to the call he made his way to it. But when he finally arrived, the male was a little shaken by what he met.

Stepping into the area, he started to glance around at all the other wolves that he didn't know or recognize, and all the scents that he'd never smelled before. This all made him a little nervous until he finally spotted the healer perched on the rock face above everyone else. He found his smile returning to his scared maw at the sight of her there. Stepping forward and taking a set, he settled his tail on top of his paws before giving her a polite bow of his head. Finally, he brought his gaze back to meet her's and spoke three words in a slightly rebellious tone. "It Suits You."