They Tremble at the Sound

Walk | Talk | Think

Oh. Yeah, his dad did have a point. Secretua was still tiny in comparison to its neighbors, so very small compared to the huge pack they had joined for a short while before it had crumbled away around them. And knowing his dad and how paranoid he tended to be about trusting others he doubted they would end up getting to that might any time at all in the future. Eirik lowered his pink gaze with a little lean of his dark-tipped ears, feeling once again foolish in the eyes of his father. When would he ever stop feeling like such an ignorant child around him?

The arrival of his mother seemed to smooth everything over. His rosy gaze sought hers out with a smile as she came to stand beside his father, grateful to have her kindness and warmth there to counter Rune's cold discipline. It still surprised him at times that two wolves who could not possibly be any more different had managed to find each other and start a relationship, let alone one that worked.

Aunt Maia arrived with a quiet hello and though he was still getting used to having the dark woman around Eirik inclined his head politely to her presence there with them. Where are the kids? he wondered, allowing his gaze to shift from those present to glance around curiously. He would not have put it past them to wander at the edges of the hunt and watch from afar knowing how nosy they tended to be. Not to mention Amar's tendency to find trouble as he recalled from their time on the Range.

Warja called them all to attention with a single word, and allowing is gaze to settle back over her the large grey youth listened intently as she explained the situation to them all. Horses? That as certainly different. The plan seemed sound, or at least to his untrained eye, and with questioning glances Eirik shifted his attention toward his father and mother, wondering what their input was going to be.