You got the bullets, I got the gun

N/A · 01-15-2015, 09:30 PM

Niketas's grey-blue tipped ear flicked at the sound of Catalya's howl. A meeting. He sighed and pulled his large form up onto his paws before making his way toward the sound. After the last training he had attended his eagerness to be a part of his pack had quickly diminished. Golden paws trudged toward the meeting, the expression on his face one of mild irritation and discontent. It wasn't that he didn't want to be here, that was far from the case. He was simply bored. After being cheated out of a decent fight at the training he couldn't help but wonder if coming here had been a mistake. He hadn't seen his mother since he arrived and he had only seen Freya at the battle training. Little Freya had been given a fight, but he had been given Ekko.

He tucked away his irritation for later as he approached the crowd that had already gathered. He spotted his mother first, standing out like a golden sun among the other more neutrally colored wolves. Feeling obligated to acnologe his mother's presence, he made his way through the crowd toward her so that he could press his nose silently and affectionately to her shoulder. He'd glance to the pup at her side, quietly wondering to himself if this was his youngest sibling, and then move away from the two of them. Majia had yet to introduce him to the girl so he didn't feel obligated to speak to her. He wasn't in the most social of moods anyway. He reclined onto his haunches at the edge of the group, his acidic gaze finding Catalya and waiting to find out what this was all for.

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