Hoshor Plains Side Tracked

Eck, sorry for taking so long!

He came out of the dark woods often, perhaps because he wanted to know more of the world, or perhaps it was for some other reason. There was something inside of him that he could not shake off, and it drove him mad sometimes. Maybe it had been born from that feeling of not belonging, but surely that could not be the case now? He did feel like he belonged at Blackfeather. So what was this feeling? Not regret, for he regretted nothing. Perhaps it was anger, anger at those who mocked him back at Moonspear, because they thought he was just a stupid young boy. Neo was unsure, but it did sent prickles of annoyance up his spine. He was not just a stupid young boy - he was so much more. And one day he'd show them. Perhaps it was arrogant of him to think this way, to think that he could be so much better than them, but after being constantly thought of as simply annoying by wolves such as Hydra and Charon, he didn't care.

But now was not the time for these childish thoughts. The Svartell child needed to further develop his skills. He needed to fight, he needed to perhaps let out his anger, or find someone who could teach him how to become what he so wanted to. A mercenary, like his father. It was not because his father was one that he wanted to become one, but rather that he just felt the need to. He'd always enjoyed fighting, be it simply a friendly tussle with his sister or an attack (no matter how small) like the one incident with Hydra. He wanted to be able to properly defend himself and he wanted to become a skilled fighter - no more childish squabbles. 

Why he chose to traipse the Hoshor plains wasn't of any interest to him. He just wanted to get out, and he wanted to fight. The boy, with tail flicking agitatedly and sharp icy blue eyes scanning the land, did not take long to locate the other wolf who was around. He did not know them, but even if he did he would not have cared. This would be the wolf he fought, he just had to decide whether to attack him and go all out or wait and see if this stranger could teach him. So he sat a distance away, watching and waiting to be noticed. He could call out to them, but it would seem like he wanted to talk, which for the record he didn't. Neo wanted to learn, but he couldn't care less for chatting.