Totoka River i'm no hero

Jup, same side of the river! Now mixing a little bit IC up, timewise, as discussed with our PM's.

The yearling was lost. He had not only lost his memories but also his pack. The once Alpha of the Gull pack had disappeared into thin air, the fact that his scent was fading away with the dawn of time informed Mees that he would not return anytime soon. There were no traces of blood, of a struggle or death -- but why anyone would flee from his responsibilities of leading, the yearling didn't know, he could only guess. Perhaps the burden of leading a pack had actually turned into a lot of stress -- especially with the danger of Silvertip Mountain -- and caused Majestic to flee. Fleeing, after all, was a natural reaction to fear. But then again, the former king hardly seemed like a weakling and he had created a safe haven not only for his pack to thrive but also to foster a love and rekindle a new flame, Erika. Together, they could bring off spring and a new future. But alas, it was not meant to be -- and even if it was -- life had created a new hurdle.

The yearling had slowly climbed up onto the rank of Gamma -- as appointed by Majestic just before he disappeared -- but he was not happy being the highest in command. Mees had only learned two other pack members and did not feel fit to rule, he was too young, too inexperienced and the freshest meat of the pack. However, he also did not feel he could give his confidence and respect to an obnoxious female who claimed new leadership soon; her rituals were strange and disrespectful at best and at worse. Distrust ruled her mind, lack of leadership skills reigned within her heart -- she was no role model that he was born to follow. Not now. Not ever. He did not feel as if he abandoned his pack, he had sworn loyalty to Majestic, only to be disappointed by his disappearance. Instead, Mees felt abandoned, betrayed and anger seeping through his veins.

When the Great Northern spoke the words of Stavanger Bay, he felt allured and drawn to it, like a moth to a flickering flame. Maybe it was also, unknowingly, destiny which brought him closer to his kin and bloodlines; Julooke. A few moments after Ragnar's masculine voice had turned to the lanky youth, his ears swept backwards in a sign of respect and his orange eyes were diverted while his body language changed accordingly to show respect to the Alpha. "I want to join Stavanger Bay." Mees said upright and honest. "Majestic has disappeared and the Gull pack is now adrift like a ship without a captain. There is no captain anymore; no one to lead at this moment." For a second his orange eyes looked at the river, as his orange eyes went from Ragnar's paws to his own reflection. He was the Gamma, but he was also just a boy, a squire; ready to explore the world ..but one who also had a lot to learn.

"I need a captain; I need a role model. I see one in you." At first Majestic had been one wolf he looked up to, but those first impressions were short-lived when he disappeared a few days later. Ragnar was a wolf who -- in Mees' mind -- showed ferociousness, leadership and stability. Even more so, he could turn Mees from a squire into a knight; one day. But the yearling also wanted to proof himself, proof his worth and proof that he was valuable as a pack member. "But I also want to proof myself, proof that I am a worthy pack mate; not by words but by deeds." With an undying curiosity, he awaited the reply from the Northern King; Mees had no idea how the leader would respond, but then again; he had little to lose. He already lost everything, his memories, his leader and his pack.