So far things seemed to be looking up and Thor was excited to see where the days would take him. He had reunited with his beloved sister Samia and they were catching up on where they wanted to be in the pack and what their future would hold. He couldn't be more proud of his sister for wanting to move up in the pack and be a healer. He was sure Natu would be over the hills for her daughter. He knew he was. He didn't really understand the whole playing with plants and herbs and things but he would root his sister on no matter what if that's what her heart desired. Meanwhile he had also reunited with a childhood friend, Inanna. They had such a dynamic interaction as children. She was so protective over her collections and she had tackled him both times for thinking he was coming to steal her things. Little did she know until very recently that he had actually stolen something from her collection, but she had told him he could keep it. So now Thor had that same hawk feather tangled in his fur again behind his right shoulder. It served as a reminder that she was never far from his thoughts and he wouldn't let her friendship slip through his fingers anymore. He was back in Glorall to stay and he had already called upon Eden to let him know that he wanted a place in the pack again. He would serve as a fighter. Hopefully Eden would be able to find him a trainer. At least he was still considered young enough to learn and he would be determined to take in as much as he could. He would be the best fighter Glorall had ever seen. He would make his sister as proud of him as he was of her. The call from another wolf caught him off guard as he trekked through the fields on his way back home but he paused long enough to consider it. A gathering? He had once thought he would find his soul mate and live happily ever after. Isn't that what Natu and Fenrir did? He would be like his parents and have that connection. But as time wore, he wasn't finding anyone that lit that spark in him and by now, Thor had all but given up on finding that other half. Maybe he wasn't even eligible to do so. Of course, this would be one way to find out. Who knows? Maybe he'll at least make a new friend out of the whole thing. He wondered if he would come across any wolves from Glorall. Would he recognize any of them? He was a friendly outgoing pup but he met a lot in group settings, not so much one on one. Now that would all change though. He had too much to prove, too much to live for. He trotted right to the source of the call, coming upon two other wolves. The first seemed to be the original caller, a female who looked pleased with herself about something. He offered her a friendly smile and a wish of his tail before glancing at the other wolf. This one was male but the stuttering hesitant voice that escaped the lips was too high pitched, too feminine. It was soft and chirpy like a young girl. What was this sorcery? His brows furrowed as he tilted his head, surverying the wolf. He called himself Mags. It was original, Thor gave him that. The way he talked was original in itself too because he could see the body was all male. His tail gave another more hesitant swish this time before the smile returned and his green eyes lit up. "HELLO TO YOU BOTH. I'M THOR OF GLORALL." Thor male.four year old.36in, 145#.born to NatuxFenrir.sibling to Samia.bound to none.mated to none.father to none.Glorall 
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