Disaster has struck!
I find myself moving over the borders of Glorall today, heading in a new direction, if only for a vacation of sorts. I don't plan on staying gone for long since I have many tasks laid out before me. As an aspiring Arbitrator, I need to meet new faces in my pack and learn more about them. I'm trying but everyone seems to have friends already and no one seems to want to get away form their cliques. I, on the other hand, had only my brother Solitaire to keep me company before. He was my secret keeper and confidante. He alone knows that I lost my anger and killed another wolf last year.
I've started to move past that awful realization but it's harder at the loss of my brother. I don't know where he disappeared to but he was my inspiration to stop lying low in the pack and actually make a difference. Now I'm starting to gain Eden's trust and i'm trying to get to know other wolves and understand them.
When I hear the call, I can't help but answer with a bark of my own before I take off in a leisurely lope toward the crags. Interesting place for a gathering but there should be plenty of new faces. I take in the wolves all talking to each other as I get closer. I note a male looking very unhappy about the others, standing possessively close to a pretty female that he seems to have laid a claim on. Best not to approach them. I see a happy go lucky wolf hanging out with another female who seems to have drawn a lot of attention to herself. A male is sitting close by who looks ashamed of himself for something.
I scowl thoughtfully as I keep looking. There's also a younger female sitting by herself but there's a silent growl on her face like she's daring someone to tell her to go away. I certainly wouldn't do such a thing so instead I head toward the one greeting another wolf (Vesper). "Hi there, I'm Tristan. What's your name? Where are you from?" Might as well get the introductions out of the way right?
Tristan.male.8 years old.son of