Portrait of a Dream
01-26-2015, 08:08 PM
A quiet howl from the border might have escaped attention, but Kassander perked up immediately. There was someone calling from the border? Kass wasn't too proud to admit that he'd been getting a little down about the lack of interest in his pack, in his quest to mold it into a band of guardians and knights. At first there had been a flicker, but now all he could draw from his packmates was... nothing. His siblings supported him, Fendar seemed to believe in his cause, but all anyone else had shown was boredom or irritation or disrespect. When was he supposed to miraculously blossom into a leader capable of inspiring them with his words and presence? His mother had been like that. Drashiel, Valen - they were young too but they seemed to have no trouble forging forward and creating the life they wanted to live for themselves. And where was he? Moping around hoping for something to happen to him. Well, now it had - the call. Hopping to his feet with alacrity, he loped the short distance, slowing as he spotted the pretty, silvery, mud-covered female at the edges of the rocks that made his home. He grinned - still child enough to have to suppress a wiggle at the fun implied by the mud splashed up her legs though he'd been too caught up in himself and his own perfectionism to have that sort of fun as a pup. "Hello," he hailed her brightly, coming to a stop in front of her. "You look like you've been having fun." |