It's time for a feast[pack hunt]

 
Walk | Talk | Think
 
Go figure his father would show up so soon after he did Eirik thought rather glumly as he spotted the blue-eyed Guardian approach with a quiet, assessing look and only a nod for the man in charge of their hunt. Eirik's own rosy eyes watched him with a moment of wariness, only glancing away when nearly he had been caught staring, and tried not to let his nerves take off away from him. How was it that the mere presence of his father being here could make him so unsettled like that? Why did it have to matter so much more? Even with his kind-hearted, sweet little mother he never felt this way. It almost made him wish his father had decided to be elsewhere. 

As a bit of relief for him, Colman called them to order and handed out their assignments. Doing his best to pointedly ignore the man who made him uncomfortable, the pale grey youth forcefully focused his attention on the black, grey, and white hunter, his black-tipped ears perking when his own name was mentioned. With a sidelong look, he shifted his gaze toward his soon-to-be counterpart, his sister's best friend. Knowing so little about him aside from his association with Warja, Eirik hoped he and Kismet could work together as needed for their part in the hunt. A little nagging, insecure voice inside his head seemed to think the other might be better suited for what they would do than he was. 

Distraction from his dismal, less than optimistic thoughts came in the form of the petite tan and white wolf who he had originally been on the lookout for, and the sight of her silently sneaking into their midst caused him to do a double take. Unbidden, his tail even waving a few wags before he could still it, Eirik grinned, and then brighter when he realized she was coming his way. She said nothing to him, only offered a quiet apology to Colman as she stopped near where he stood, but that did not stop him from attempting to break the ice. "Hey," he murmured happily, delighted that she had shown here after all. He had feared for a moment that she had gone without a word, deciding Secretua was not where she wished to be, but perhaps he had been wrong. Maybe she would stay and give him more time to talk to her. 

Now was probably not the best time for talking though. Promising himself to make an effort to find her later, to see how she was doing within the pack as a whole, the rosy-eyed boy made himself direct his attention back to Colman, still consciously aware of the pretty, green-eyed wolf beside him and for the moment forgetting his father watching it all, and followed as the group was led away in pursuit of their desired prey.