Totoka River i'm no hero

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I really enjoyed reading your post and then I got a little carried away :3

With all the wolves living so close by, Mees wondered how long the time of peace and serenity would last. Here and there cracks developed between packs and it would only be a matter of time before a small crack was ripped open by new events. His Alpha had explained to him how new the pack of the Isle was but Mees could hardly imagine that his departure from the Mountain pack had been a peaceful one; especially not after being in the chain of command, being the Beta. Especially not either, when he took his mate as well. Loyalty was important within the wolf world.

Speaking of loyalty, Mees was uncertain if he would completely support his Alpha at the dawn of war; he was not interested in being a simple-minded pawn in a game he wasn't personally involved in. He was loyal but not blind to the cause, he had a mind of his own. The young yearling was slowly beginning to understand the world around him; but his quest to learn even more was far from over. It wasn't only the history that gave him information but also the way wolves reacted on his presence when he explained his pack of origin, Wheeling Gull Isle. Would he truly be judged for who he was or where he came from. A reputation not based on his own actions but rather those prewritten by his Alpha.

This and more thought passed through his mind as he made the journey to Totoka River when the sun began to rise from behind the chain of mountains. Somehow as his paws passed through the river land a sense of tranquillity washed over his adventurous spirit and it made him feel relaxed. The young wandered followed the trail of the river with a mild curiosity, wondering where it would lead to. Or to what. His burning orange eyes narrowed at the sight of the Warden Alpha. The silhouette of the male who appeared into his eyesight was grand and impressive, like a goliath. For a second Mees felt like a teeny tiny hobbit. With the same bravery -- if not more -- with that of a hobbit he approached the large male who was enjoying a cool drink.

"Greetings." Said Mees as he approached closer. But not too close. At a respectable distance the young male bent forward and let his tongue slide out to enjoy the cool and refreshing water. His ears stood erect upon his cranium, always alert. He had no wish to be intrusive or to invade personal space, perhaps the berserker had no interest in a chit-chat; still burning bright within the eyes of Mees was a hunger and a curiosity to know and learn more from this impressive male. A few moments passed before Mees no longer had any control, he either was very brave or stupid -- or both -- as he spoke. "I'm new to these lands and I just joined the Isle pack. I'm here -- on my own quest -- to learn more about these lands and the packs. I was wondering; where are you from?"