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It's odd being among crags and mountainous regions after living in the plains of Asteraia most of my life. My coat is blended perfectly into the darker orange and yellows of the fall colors and I'm almost invisible while stalking through the pack lands. I practice my lunging and my pouncing, knowing that training is the only way I'm going to become the warrior I want to be some day. I will hold the mark of the Satanican on my chest some day and I will make my mother proud. The rocky surface feels funny under my feet but maybe it'll form a callous because I'm not about to admit to being more tender on my pads. I'll take the pain and learn from it. I've been set with a task to recruit someone to Asteraia. I don't know how hard or easy that task will be but I plan on convincing someone to come however I have to go about it. If I were old enough to steal, I would. It seems much more straight forward since not many loners would tolerate a pack wolf just walking up to them and saying "hey, want to join my pack? Sure you do. Come with me." I don't really want to return to the alpha with new bite marks, though I wouldn't mind the scars. I'll cherish all of them as prizes. But I will not admit to defeat so I've got to keep looking. When I see the wolf at the top of one of the higher areas, I scowl in determination to reach him. Maybe he'll bet the one I need to follow me to Asteraia? Or maybe he won't, but a guy's gotta try, right? I move to the first of the rocks and sniff it, unsure of how to go about climbing this thing. But I sort of watched him do it so it can't be that hard, right? Chewing the inside of my lip, I sigh and then take a lunge at the rock, managing somehow to scramble my way onto the rock. I look to the next rock once I steady myself, finally glancing up to the wolf above me. "Hey, you! Got any pointers for a flat land wolf?" Gotta start a conversation somehow. Cuirass_male_one year_38in_150#_no mate_no children_brother to Kronos_Eric x Seline_Asteraia |