He found himself stalking along the borders of Asteraia, toeing the line and waiting for someone to jump out and tell him he couldn't go somewhere. Just watch him. A low growl started in his chest at the very thought of someone trying to stop him. Even Floki knew better, giving a heavy sigh behind Ragnar as he paced bak and forth. "I don't think we should be doing this, brother. We've always just stayed in the pack lands. Surely mother will send someone after us if we go gallavanting off. Don't you want to just stay here and find something to eat?" Usually food was always the way to Ragnar's heart but not today. No, today, he wanted to see what was out there. Shaking his head, he growled in disagreement and Floki gave another sigh. "Fine, have it your way. Lead on, but just know if someone finds us, I just followed to keep you out of trouble. This was all YOUR idea."
Ragnar rolled his eyes and took that as the cue, trotting right over the invisible borders and into the free lands of Moladian. After only a little hesitation, Floki followed in his wake. "Hey, wait for me, you big neanderthal!" He called out, tripping over his own paws to match Ragnar's speed before settling in next to his brother's flanks. As younger pups, Floki always seemed to want to get rid of Ragnar, but as they grew and developed, his white and red brother had started to see the pro's of having a bigger bodyguard around. He could always depend on Ragnar to jump to his aid when his siblings got overwhelming and Ragnar was easy enough to read so Floki could usually manipulate the bigger brother to do pretty much whatever he wanted...until today. Ragnar had other things on his mind today, like exploring the free lands and finding other wolves to torment besides his pack mates.
Soon enough they found themselves surrounded by tall trees and shadows. Ragnar stuck to the shadows like glue, almost like they called to him. Floki, meanwhile, was just as happy to prance through the sunlight that beamed down, letting it warm his coat as a smile tugged at his lips. It was actually quite pretty out here, he decided, not that Ragnar would appreciate it. He was much too literal for his own good in Floki's opinon. Suddenly, the red and black male stopped in his tracks, his hackles pulling upward and trembling as a low growl started in his chest. His lips curled back, revealing the adult teeth he was still growing in as he lowered his front half and braced himself lower to the ground, just his older sister Menkhet had taught him. Floki stopped and swiveled his ears around, standing at attention as he listened. What is it? Ragnar didn't usually growl at shadows so what did he smell or hear?
male.1 year old.39in, 150#.born to Sekhmet x Cuirass.brother to Mihos, Rana, Floki, Bastet, Menkhet, Kaliban, & Runihara.not bound.not mated.father to none.Asteraia