STUCK IN YOUR WONDERLAND
He had carried a furrowed brow as he followed this stranger across the common lands. Ramos wasn’t completely comfortable with his role as a passive companion but he hadn’t complained verbally. It had taken a few moments of convincing, just a few words of encouragement to get his pale paws to unroot themselves and move along just a step behind his escort. This smaller, red male had promised him answers to the questions Avery couldn’t. He wasn’t sure why he was following the theme of Blackthorne, he had no ties to the black brute from the tundras. The only thing his name seemed to do was bring about little snippets of information from the wolves he met who were born here or lives here for longer than he.
And that is exactly what drove him.
Information. It wasn’t something he cared much about when he was a Sentinel. He was ordered and gave orders. There was no reason to sit around and chat or even really think. He had been a machine in his homeland, he would wake, work, eat, and sleep. Even breeding was out of the question as his life had been decided and structured long before his mother even conceived him.
But here? Here he had an abundance of freedom to do as he chose and what he chose to was to seek out and learn all he could. He had no need for his training, at least not yet, and he found being a loner almost enjoyable. Up until this point every wolf he had come across had been amicable. Even this male. However, he still had his manners and his long, loping gate slowed nearly to a stop at the border of a pack unknown to him. Asteraia. That was what his companion who was also bathed in the scents that clung to the line had called it, and he seemed to notice the cream brute’s hesitation for he called back to him and slowed his dancing steps.
He didn’t like crossing it, being a loner first and raised to never cross a strange boundary second. But he had to if he wanted to learn more about this new land. When Ramos caught back up just a few moments later, his long legs easily eating up the short distance, Cuirass offered his name. He didn’t like the gleam in his blue eyes or the grin that curled along the strange wolf’s mouth and the furrow that had been etched into his pale face deepened at the sight of it.
He let out an amused huff, his tone level as he replied, "Ramos is quite alright." Yellow-green eyes roamed across the rolling hills, taking it all in once more. Spring seemed to slowly be creeping in but the snow held steady. It’d need to warm up a bit more before the moor grasses would be able to thrive once more. The openness was comforting, though, reminding him of the grand valley of his old home. He turned his gaze back to Cuirass as he pulled up alongside him, his head level with his partners, uncertain what rank this wolf held. "Where exactly are you taking me? You never explained why we had to travel back to your pack."
RAMOS :: BOUND TO NONE :: LONER