Swiftcurrent Creek from the inside

sorry again :( <3 The yearling had been so desperate to pursue the world on his own and put as much distance as possible between himself and his family. Being a vagabond was who he truly was – it was what he had always wanted, as well as the freedom that came along with it. Something had shifted; something was wrong with him. The chocolate stranger had planted a seed deep within his mind, and it had begun to flourish. Perhaps creating a pack with the mysterious silver-eyed at his side would be beneficial to the long-limbed hybrid; as enticing as the nomad lifestyle was, a pack offered stability. It meant that he could create his own rules, not only for himself but for others to follow. As appealing as it was, it was also incredibly frightening. Styx didn’t know how to lead a pack – he didn’t even know how to interact with more than one canine at a time. Since his family parted ways the lanky hybrid had not been in the company of another longer than a day – being constantly surrounded by others was an alarming thought, one that sent shivers down his spine. ‘The sea commanded it of me.’ The sandy stranger’s voice tore him away from his thoughts, seafoam eyes focused on the salty male. It was a strange thing to say, but the hybrid did not question it. While he was normally snarky and outspoken, Styx kept his mouth shut. He did not enjoy making enemies – they created unnecessary and unwanted problems. After his brief encounter with the Sea wolves the hybrid had learned that some canines were more spiritual than others, believing in different deities and beliefs. It was not something that the inky knight followed but he respected the decisions of others – if it was what they wanted to believe in Styx was in no position to tell them they were wrong. So, in response to the sandy male’s strange words, the hybrid simply nodded with a faint smile pressed to his lips. “Styx Constantin,” he introduced with a flick of his tail, seafoam eyes still focused on the similar coloured eyes of Kerberos. The lanky youth had gotten into the habit of dropping his surname from his introductions – the name Lelantus tied him to the members of his family that he was desperately trying to forget. And it was just too much to spit out at once. “How long have you been away from the Sea?” The yearling’s initial feeling of speaking merely to strike up a conversation had been washed away; since Kerberos’ strange comment the hybrid had become interested in what else he had to say.