Walk | Talk | Think
As had been at the forefront of his mind of late, Rune considered his options regarding the impending promotions he needed to make. With a pack as small as his, options were limited, but at least he considered himself lucky to have those who were willing to step up, even if they left the remaining ranks a little more bare for it. Maybe he needed to recruit more, maybe he needed to be a little more friendly around his border. Or maybe he was being too hard on the lot of them and they were fine.
He was still considering it, trying to decide how he felt about it all, when he spotted a somewhat bright spot amid the darkness of the beach. It drew his eye easily, this russet-toned...kid, he realized, though the look that had rooted the young wolf in place, nervously it seemed, made him question whether he had wished to be seen. Which was silly - anything and everything would have stood out here.
Seeing such a look on Kismet's face typically brought about it some sense of triumphant amusement, but there was no such feeling here. Spooking some young kid who he knew nothing about, who held no ties to him and his family, was not nearly as fun as intimidating his daughter's friend. Because of that, he merely sighed, eased any tension that might have been apparent to the nervous youth, and let his frosty blue eyes drift away from his russet frame as if in disinterest. "Not going to bite," he stated a little gruffly, though the overall tone of his voice was still more neutral than was typical.
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