Sinclair moved eagerly towards the border between Diveen and Glorall. The roar of the river that parted the packs like music to his ears. Home! How he missed it. Being in Diveen wasn’t all that bad, he got to bond with his cousin Guardian and after their initial misunderstanding training with Amir was bearable. Still he couldn’t say that he liked all of the brute’s training methods, but at the same time it did give ideas for some of Sinclair’s own ideas. It was his final task to train under another pack’s warriors and it was completed, now he could come back head held high and hopefully make Glorall’s own warriors the best. He was an adult now, being gone for the last season and a half he had fully filled in showing his bulky form and long legs. He was not tall, but he had proved even to the might of Guardian that he could still pack a huge punch with the raw power in his chest, neck and legs. His muscles were more defined than when he had left though covered in a thick white pelt it was still obvious with the summer fur. He had changed, but not for the worst while he was gone and there was someone he had to talk to.
Cersei. He had chickened out when last they were together at the grotto, it seemed so long ago now that they had gone spelunking down there and they had become, perhaps, closer than ever. Duty still filled him; he knew he should report to Tesseract, tell him of his exploits in Diveen and what he had done. Still though to pick between the two was a tough choice. Perhaps he could find both at the same time though he would really have to avoid embracing her. He had missed her, perhaps more than anything. She was his friend and while he thought he found a new friend in his cousin Guardian Cersei was his first and perhaps a little more. He had waited mostly to see if the feeling faded and it hadn’t. He was loyal to her cause, to her, he knew that more than ever now for it was the reason he fought and wanted to be the best fighter of Glorall.
He does not pause at the border for this land was his home, he knew it like no other and he still had a few promises to keep to Cersei and himself. Slowing his pace to a walk he looked around, taking a deep breath of the sea air as he went into the river swimming across and crossing wholly into the lands. Everything just felt so right here. How soon would it be until he was greeted now by Cersei or Tesseract? Perhaps someone else. He had heard things were still going well within his home, and he was pleased for that. Once crossed he shook his predominately white coat of the water his muscled form more obvious than ever with the weight clinging to his pelt. Still though a smile was on maw and he was ready to find his pack and return home as their new Achilles, the strongest and best warrior of Glorall.
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