They Tremble at the Sound

Walk | Talk | Think

He had had every intention of showing up at the pack hunt that his sister had called - mostly because he knew it would be expected of him - but it still did not stop his father from seeking him out and making sure himself that his son was on the path toward the Prairie. Rune, as he had been doing a lot of lately, was still patrolling the border, seemingly nervous that somehow the scent might not do its job and keep out unwanted trespassers. Or at least that was how it seemed to Eirik. They might have been small, but in the boy's mind they were still a capable pack, able to defend themselves if someone they did not wish to welcome into Secretua decided they might try crossing the boundary. But the hunt was important; Rune was setting aside his self-imposed, never-ending patrol to participate as well.

Which meant father traveled with son. The pale grey youth was still shaking his head over the matter by the time he ended up within the wide stretch of grassy plain, spying his small sister standing ahead in waiting for the rest of the pack, or at least those who wanted to help, to arrive. His lifted his tail in a little wag of greeting, the nervous sort of look he gave his father easing into a smile. He might have been under the strict scrutiny of his father, but it was easier to deal with having someone else there, and Warja tended to make everything exciting.

"Hey," he greeted as he strolled to a stop, glancing around at where they stood and noting all the absent spaces. No one but him and Dad so far. "Are we going to be it?" he asked with a laugh, hiding the little underlying sliver of worry that began creeping into his head. Surely at least a few more were going to show up?