Sniffing along the borders, the young man (now holy fuck fully grown) was curious about this group that he came across recently. He had never seen the ocean before, it was very different from the Haunted Woods from everything he could sense. The air was strange, the sounds were loud, the prey was... alien-like. He liked the feeling of the sand between his toes, it felt soft despite how frozen it was, he couldn't even imagine how it would feel when warm and moist in the summer heat.
He wasn't really sure what he was doing to be honest, never had he thought of joining a pack, or how to do so. But it was getting cold... maybe his mind somewhere deep down he was trying to find a place for him and his sister to rest, even if it was temporary. Something was tugging for him to remain here, to wait for someone to come along. No one had taught him to howl for attention. Or the routine of all this. Instead, he just walked along the borders, sniffing... trying to piece this all together like some puzzle with too many missing pieces.
Stormbound solidified with the Saltlords return. Though on this particular day he was not the only visitor, for when she turned away to him to leave him to whatever he wished for the following day, she returned to her days of patrolling. Umbra was determined to freshly mark often, for their claim was quite weak, and felt it was needed to be ever so diligent in that way.
"You," she then saw the look of a yearling, "seem to be looking for something. This is Stormbound territory." Imposing did she appear out while staring at the fellow who held an oddity of eyes. She wasn't used to such particular appearances, and was a bit fascinated on the mixture.. But nontheless, even a child would not be let off easy.
A dark woman came, and she reminded him only slightly of his mother. Dark furred, lither-ish eyes, his memory was a little fuzzy now on her appearance, but they were close enough. It wasn't her though, that he was certain. He could feel it in his gut that this woman was not his mom. Snorting, sand flew from his flared nostrils, only little bits of sand sticking to the moist digit as he rose to meet her gaze. He didn't realize he had gotten bigger, he never put his mind to it really until face to face with someone who reminded him of her.
I don't know.
He frowned, pursing his lips. The boy was frustrated. He didn't know anything! He wasn't prepared for any of this! It's getting cold, prey are tough to catch now... I don't know what I'm doing.
And he was getting angry about it.
"Are you looking to join us, then?" She rose a brow as the boy confessed he did not know what he was doing. Perhaps 'boy' was not appropriate, for the wolf was a grown man at this point, albeit a bit lanky, however he now was facing hardships that the world would give. She wondered if this was his first winter..
"We do not babysit." However, even if it was; it wasn't Umbra's business. As much as ranks were important to the clan wolves, she did not enjoy those who sat around and ate their food. She didn't know how useful this one could truly be if he didn't even know what he wanted in life, and only complained it was getting cold.
I guess?
The guy was really not certain at all, he supposed that was the case. Would be nice, a place where food would be easier to come by, not needing to look over his shoulder every day, even if he had a lot of fun while wandering around with
@Melaine.
I don't need a babysitter!
He barked, snapping at her accusation. Various shades of brown and black rising from his spine. He was so frustrated! He had no outlet to exercise it!
I survived the witch!
With help.
I fought her off!
With help.
I helped keep Seelie Court safe!
With lots of help and he eventually left. There was a lot of things he was omitting but shit, she didn't need to know everything. All she had to know is that he was able to take care of himself! He just... needed a security blanket of sorts.
Another snort, this time with mucus flying along with some grains of sand.
I'm the Nightwalker Warlord's son! I don't need this shit. If you don't think I'm good enough, then I'll find someone who will.
"All those names are useless here." She watched the rather ugly appearance of the sand flying and the bristling of him so. He explained so many names, defending them, and a son of a Warlord of sorts- but all were but foreign to her, and none of that mattered. As impressive as it may be, when she looked around and smelled the air, there was only faint traces of another upon him, meaning he was utterly alone, and those packs were far in the past.
The Sealord saw him as a spitfire, "It is up to you," Umbra replied calmly, "simply ask, if you desire to."
She wouldn't force someone, even if they were desperate. Nor' would she beg for them to. If he wanted to join their clan by the bay, she would need him to properly ask of her.
Then what do you want from me?!
He really didn't know how to sell himself, honestly, he didn't care at this point if he was doing a good job. He was just an angry boy with no guidance to show him how to act around others. How to hold his tongue. It was sad to think that the Nightwalkers meant nothing to anyone anymore, maybe that is what pissed him off even more in this moment. How they could just be brushed off so easily.
Only if you'll have me. If you don't want me here then just say it.
He wouldn't beg either. So far it sounded like he wasn't welcome or whatever. If he was going to be treated like a child, he'll just go find somewhere else!! Wherever that would be... he didn't have a clue on where to go next or who to ask.
It hit her.
He had an attitude problem, a fire amongst the darkness as it simply kept burning without a control; that was what he was. She realized that even if he did join, the factor was one cannot change so easily without reasoning, and it made her question whether she should truly let him so. Pity wasn't an option, only usefulness.
Her lip curled slightly, a show of fangs as Umbra stepped closer to him so, she purposely made it an uncomfortably close position while she bent her head to be face, to face with him so. A stormy eye directly toward his own mismatched as she peered in, an silence in this motion before finally speaking up, "Behave or lose your tongue."
"Then, you can join."
Stop being so fucking cryptic and I'll stop getting frustrated.
Oh boy he wasn't doing well at all. Where was his mom to teach him manners? Maybe she would be proud of him come to think of it... they were Nightwalkers, after all, it wouldn't be shocking for them to smile down at the Landshark of a boy who would spit ire even in the face of a pack leader. He was obviously proud of who he was, of how he got through this year despite all the curve balls being thrown his way - the last thing he needed was some beach bitch to tell him he needed a babysitter of all damn things!
So what is it? Do I keep walking or what?
"Why should I let you join?" She backed off. Intimidation didn't work on him as she had hoped, and agreed by far, he was but just a spitfire. Unruly however, in the end that would only cause issues. She wasn't stupid enough just to let anyone join soley because the need for numbers, Umbra would rather have only two to the Stormbound name then seven unloyal fiends who questioned and argued her very words at every turn.
"No respect, you'll only cause trouble. Leave."