The Kid's Aren't Alright

The truth of what he was had settled, and after his little trip outside of Secretua lands Einarr had come sauntering back home. He was unscathed, which his mother would no doubt be relieved about, with the salty smell of the ocean still upon his coat. The steps onto Secretuan lands were light, and, surprisingly, Einarr seemed to be in a decent mood. Something about the trip had made him feel refreshed. Like there was more to overcome... and knowing that not all suffered for just one reason. On his way back he had been thinking some too... and he decided. He wanted to make his mother happy. He wanted her to smile, and not always look so worried or sad. That was what he wanted more than anything.

The Gulley was part of the Secretua lands he was not so familiar with, though he knew the lands by the border scent. The boy would pad along, finding scents both new and stale. He was searching for his mother's scent here too, though it it was rare for her to come out this way. She stuck near the prairie, or left the lands. Einarr would breathe in, coming to a stop. Should he call for her maybe? Or should he wait and speak to her later? Maybe... maybe he should... hang with some other member of the pack. Give her a reason to smile when he spoke to her later. She really liked Secretua... the alpha here... so if she wanted to stay... he had to too.

Deciding to sit down, Einarr let out a little whole for an Secretuan who might be in the area. It was time to attempt to mingle.