Homelands[joining]

He hadn't expected to be complimented, it only brought him much joy though. Natsu was happy his family ancestors had been connected to such wolves. The stories of bravery he would listen to as a pup always fascinated him. He was young and strong, and wanted to be of some use to others. " My grandmothers half sister was part of Valhalla. My mom would tell me stories all the time from the old lands before the fire. Tales of bravery, Cairo the old alpha had his name made. Even more so legends that I couldn't even dream of accomplishing myself. " As he told it, his eyes burned with the passion of the path of a warrior. Natsu held no shame in who he was, he only looked for acceptance after all. "After I grew wary of my old home, I came here. So that I could possibly make my own story, and have a place within a family. That's what a pack is supposed to be after all. Family." Natsu flicked his black tipped tail. Some wolves didn't have a story like he did, some others did. He didn't hide the fact he wasn't perfect, but he was worth something if anything.