�ingvellir (YFIR)
09-28-2014, 08:22 PM
Much was happening within the borders of this new pack. He had yet to seek out his siblings and talk with them, but the boy knew he was getting closer and closer to it. Eventually he would need to just suck it up and get it over with. More than anything else he feared rejection. Solo seemed to have sided with him at the challenge, but just because he was willing to defend Gaia (when wasn't he, exactly?) didn't necessarily mean that he agreed with all that was said. Nemesis didn't know where his siblings stood on the matter. Part of him was afraid to find out. He made quick work of the distance between the valley and where Katja had summoned her wolves. When Gaia and her bright red beau came into view, he paused, his gaze falling to the ground as he tried to work up the courage to approach her. He clenched and unclenched his teeth, rolling his options over in his mind. In the end the desire to not be alone beat his fear of rejection and he found himself slowly moving to approach Gaia on her left side. Stopping beside her, he greeted the pair with a simple, "Gaia, Solo," and then sat down. His eyes fell to his paws as he struggled to think of something to say. "Gaia..." The young Olympian trailed off, his mind blanking for a moment. "Do you think maybe we could talk later? About...all of this?" The challenge, their mom, Yfir. Everything. "Speaking" Thinking |
