The Kid's Aren't Alright

Walk | Talk | Think

Eirik was out and about, trying to make himself productive. He would have rather been lounging somewhere out in the Prairie, enjoying the good weather of the day, but he knew it would not have flown with his father. The pack was starting to become more specialized, each member finding their niche and contributing in their own way. Which meant he had no opportunity to slack off; if he did not do his job, then someone would notice and word would get back to Dad and... Well, he was not eager to find out how that conversation would go.

His large black paws carried him swiftly along the border of the Fern Gulley, intent upon completing a quick circuit of the lands to finish out his solo patrol, when his dark-tipped ears caught the sound of someone's call. The large young wolf stopped, tilted his head a little as he considered the voice. No, he could not place it with anyone that he was familiar with, though honestly that was just his family. And maybe Akemi. Who...Einarr?

Curious, willing to forego the rest of his patrol on the chance it was actually the kid seeking out one of his pack mates, Eirik stepped away from the border he had been walking and instead traveled inward, moving toward the source of the call he had heard. And he found him. It had been Einarr, and though Eirik was entirely surprised he stilled smiled warmly and wagged his tail in a friendly manner as he approached. "Hey," he greeted, coming to stop and sit just across from the younger but surprisingly large Youth, "Einarr, right?"