Totoka River i'm no hero

A ship was nothing without its captain, it would just be adrift, a toy for the seven seas to behold. Within the Gull there was no Beta, no structure or hierarchy. The fact that he had been placed as the highest ranked member before leadership without having met anyone but two faces spoke of a story that was about to unfold in a twisted way. Mees did not feel as though he betrayed his pack, instead he felt abandoned. Being a captain of a ship was also hard work, it wasn't only dictating the orders and having the minions crawl up and down, it was also stirring into a direction and setting sail for a new future. However, as such, a captain also needed to take risk, accept the choices and responsibilities and note that sometimes things didn't work out. However, what was totally not done was complete abandoning the ship without a good reason, a cause or not letting the loved one's known. A child of Erika would also be raised without any memory to its father. Mees disappointment but also a sheer sympathy for those left behind.

His head tipped a few degrees when the Northener admitted that a ship, without a captain, was not truly a ship; Mees agreed. However when the masked marauder then said that he was no glorious hero, no role model to place upon a high castle; he gave it some thought. Ragnar did not appear to be a justifying hero, someone who always made the right choices. But he did raise the impression that he could offer all that the young yearling wanted; leadership, stability and someone to look up to. He was not looking for Miss Goody Good Shoes; life was more than just wrong or right. The Northener looked like his invisible scars were carefully hidden from sight, yet each life experience, each challenge brought a new one. "I can give you loyalty, trust and support." The yearling said humbly but also confident, he was certain that he still had to learn many things in many ways -- and make faults along the way -- but he was trying each and every day to grow, to become more than the man he was yesterday. Change from the squire into the knight.

"Thank-you." The grateful male then said as he respectfully followed within the tracks of the other male. "I want to specialize first to become an Outrider. I want to explore, I want to learn and maybe one day be an ambassador for the pack." Carefully his orange eyes glimpsed towards the edge of the horizon, stretched out in front of him was the new land he would be able to call home. A new home. But it wasn't only a home without fierce beauty and endless boundaries, there was by far something much more important; family. '"Family." Mees muttered carefully, nearly inaudible underneath his breath. However, even though curiosity hadn't killed the cat, the yearling wondered if it had killed the wolf. Curious, maybe too much, the yearling had questions about the pack (so that this thread could still count as a Chronicler thread for Ragnar).

"Can you tell me about our fellow brethren of Stavanger Bay? When was it created?" And -- not to make the same mistake twice since Majesty had mentioned enemies such as Silvertip Mountain. "Where do we stand with Silvertip Mountain?"