Lion Head Mesa nor do poets

looking for @Merrick or @Aventus but aw!

there is something about the mountains that call to the fragheda though he cannot explain it, even if he'd cared to. though the direction of his path has grown ever murky with the shadow's disappearance, he knows it is not with the saints that it lay. though, in all fairness, it could lead him where ever he wanted it to. though the pallid woman did not offer him judgement when she found out his secret, he spoke of too much to her and he shies away from the idea of joining with them. not because he did not want to be trained to be a warrior, but perhaps it is her insistence or her ( perceived ) flippant nature that ushers worripa away.

though he is loathe to leave the sunspire and skulk elsewhere, he fears he has no choice.

so, he travels.

his hunger grows.

he yearns for companionship just as throughly as he wishes to spurn it.

perhaps it is these things ...or none of these things that leads him to this unknown pack's doorstep.

steeling himself, worripa lifts his muzzle and calls for their leadership.