Let Me Be Myself
06-16-2014, 10:22 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-16-2014, 12:13 PM by Chrono I.)
"Ay, August." He let out with a nod of his jaw and a quick sight of eye contact. He assumed the wolf was part of the Tortugan pack, he doubted the male was a slave or anything of the sort since he was out running free, and the queen wasn't chasing him off so he obviously wasn't an outsider. But she seemed to not give him any attention in the situation, Chrono hadn't even seen her ear flick in response to his name. The two-colored eyes of his returned to Roman Armada as she began to speak again, his eyes leering softly at hers with a spark of friendliness and a hint of content. He may not have seemed eager to join the pack, and in reality he really wasn't. He just wanted to settle somewhere and figure his stuff out later. "Strengths? I'm not so sure. I can get plenty of game, and if needs to be I can fight. I'd be willing to practice and I'll also be ready to learn healing if you wish." His eyes rose to the sky in an effort to think. He had never heard of healing, but it was pretty self explanatory. Of course he wouldn't know how difficult it could be. He remembered his father speaking of spies, assassins, and warriors; that of which the warriors also hunted. But he never recalled the place of a healer, he guessed it would prove useful to just about anything. "But as of now, hunting might be the only thing I could put to use." He thought of the couple of years he had his brother Murrell, of how after his birth Chrono was thrown out the window, literally. When Murrell had been the only pup to survive that last litter, Chrono was forced to sleep outside the den. His father only took Murrell out to learn how to hunt at a really young age, even though Chrono was older. He had also grown thin from the lack of food both his parents refused to give him. But when he abandoned his brother the last day, he had to train himself, hunt himself, survive himself. He was sure he was ready to be apart of any of these groups of wolves. His maw let out another smile, his eyes located back to the male to see if he had anything to say, or if he would even be allowed to speak. (OOC: once again on my phone so ask about problems ;)) Walk "Talk" Think |