Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

-Rogue Assassin-
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Mekiko wasn’t sure how it would feel to actually live now that he could. He was very grateful to Krensno for being able to break through his paranoia though. It was something he could focus on right now. For the first time he’d felt the wind and it wasn’t in the hyper sense of figuring out who was upwind from him. He could feel the ground; his eyes closed with this thought, and for the first time it wasn’t for some heighten since of feel for the vibrations of who could be coming. He could smell the flowers without having to have that sixth sense open to figure out if he’d actually felt someone following him. It was the first time he’d ever been actually awake. Mekiko felt good he’d almost forgotten to answer Krensno’s question.

“I can get around just fine, I’ve been on the mountain for years.” He’d admitted. He didn’t get that training or torture from a far away land it was from here. “I don’t know what I’ll look for right now. I’m not so ready to commit myself to a pack.” Mekiko started. His brown orbs floating over Krensno, “I wanted to explore more, see what all the mountain has to offer, maybe to look for a majority good pack. I don’t know yet, I just want to explore, finally learn about me. Can you believe I don’t know what my favorite color is?” He asked her offering a smile. He was right, exploring who he really was, was the only way to discover where he belonged.

“does the offer still stand?” He asked, “To travel with you, I could use a friend and you seem like a great place to start.” He said looking at his paws with a little shyness in his eyes.

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