round 'n round
12-29-2014, 12:55 AM
Tiburtius trotted back across the border that encircled the Regium, humming quietly to himself. His tail waved gently behind him and his large paws moved him easily across the snowy landscape. He had finally grown used to his long legs and massive size, even though he still had not quite finished growing just yet. He had gotten into the habit of going out early in the morning and exploring most of the day then coming back in the afternoon before he was missed for too long. It gave him something to do and let him stretch his legs. Slowly he was beginning to learn all of the territories of the North, although it was a long process. Having to come back home at night was slowing his progress, but he knew his Mommas would freak if he didn't, at least until he got older. As he padded through the huge trees of his home he sighed quietly to himself. Exploring and knowing where places were really wasn't all that helpful in the scheme of things. He should be learning to hunt and fight and making himself useful... but he just couldn't find the motivation. He knew his moms loved him, but Dad's disappearance had shook him more than he liked to let on. He tried to spend more time with his brothers, but even with them it felt like a struggle to not slip into these darker, more angry moods. The only thing that had seemed to help was getting out and seeing new sights so that's what he did. He caught a whiff of Bacchus' familiar scent and he took a slight detour towards it. He didn't like to be alone when he was in the pack lands. His thoughts went crazy when he was alone and facing his emotions wasn't something he felt like doing. At least not alone. He stopped when he finally spotted Bac's splattered form half buried in the snow. One silver-marked eye brow rose curiously and his head tipped to the side questioningly. "What are you doing, Bac?" |