sins of the father

*Kaprasíus* · 07-27-2015, 08:59 AM

He moved swiftly as soon as he heard his cousin's call. To her he was loyal - something offered to few wolves if any. He felt the same sort of camaraderie with Laufey, his nephew by blood, and with Hypnos he felt some attachment though to a lesser degree. It had been so long since he had been surrounded not just by his kin, but by wolves he looked upon with some kind of fondness and he felt the strength that had nearly abandoned him on the trip north regenerating once again. These lands, and this pack, was as close to home as he had felt in quite some time.

His pace quickened as he drew closer to where Katja stood near the gorge, his stance relaxed though he was quite curious what she might want him for. When she came into sight, he would tilt his head to the earth in a simple nod of greeting, ears flicking as he came to settle near her, quite attentive. "Afternoon, Katja," he would greet with only the faintest simper upon his lips. "Have the gods spoken to you today?" Perhaps it might be seen as a foolish question by some, but despite everything he was deadly serious - there was little room for jest when it came to a message brought by the gods, if this was what was on her mind today.

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sins of the father

Kaprasíus