Romanian Reunion

Fakira grinned, hearing his name fall from his sister's lips. Damn had he missed her! He would watch her react to him being there, hoping that she would be glad to see him but he had a feeling that she would be pissed he wasn't there when he should have been. The gold brute would let her push him, holding back a snicker at her growl, and he watched her with as serious a face as he could muster as she scolded him. The young male would sit up straight once she was done, shaking his head at her worry. He hadn't meant to worry his lovely sibling, not even a little bit. When she nuzzled his scruff he sighed, nudging her cheek with his nose. "Tu nu va trebui să dor de mine din nou." It was a promise, he wouldn't let her down now - if Fakira was anything just yet, he was as true to his word as could be. At least, to his family...



"Am fost bine Dorie, ?ntr-adevăr! Am vrut să exploreze. N-am vrut să vă faceți griji." He explained himself some, hoping that his answer wasn't too vague. The male hadn't met many other wolves, but he had seen his share of Alacritia, and from what he had seen so far the vast lands were beautiful. Something in him wanted to see it all, and even deeper still he wanted to claim a few little pieces of it for himself.


But Fakira wasn't an ambitious kind of guy yet, if ever.


"Aunt Sibelle is here too?" That was a little surprising, he had thought that most of their family had disappeared when their father had - taken by him, in the yearling's point of view. Yet the red woman had stayed, and was aiding their mother in taking care of her children... he would have to catch up with her and see how she was doing the next time he had a chance and she wasn't busy. From what he remembered, the russet woman was pretty darn cute... but family, of course, was off limits. She was a bit too old for him anyways.


"Is Mother alright? I... she had to have taken everything harder than the rest of us." Sure, he and his siblings were old enough to look after themselves, but she was still their mother. She still looked after them, cared for them, loved them. Doing it all without their sire couldn't have been easy. "Sunt ?ngrijorat pentru ea." What kind of son would he be if he wasn't?