oh happy day

It was without joy that Warboy exited his shared den alone. He had done everything to invigorate his sister, but as he ducked out of their dank home she stayed slumbering on her side. Taking a final look in her direction before he moved away, War huffed a silent curse. He wanted to explore together, but more than that he wandered what fun she had had in her hours alone.

To an outsider looking in the male's temper may have seemed unjustified but then again it wasn't really Row that he was upset with. It was the change. Even though they had been rouges for months prior to joining Neverwinter, Warboy had managed to find a sense of constance in that existence. Everyday the awoke with the intentions of finding somewhere new, and thereafter they plundered the land for adventure before falling in a tired mess against each other. But here there was a new routine to be established and others to share it with. As his large shoulders shifted and he rolled forward an expression of discontent came across his face. Of course Row had sought his consent before enlisting them into the pack, but he had only been so honest. After all, the only thing that War sought more than routine was conformity.

Whether subconsciously or intentionally he eventually made his way back to the boarders where they had first entered the lands. Finding their scents War threw himself onto the ground and rolled heavily. Of course he needed to smell like he belonged but he still wanted to feel somewhat apart also. Resting in the mess on the ground, Warboy was about to lapse into a spell of thought when he suddenly heard a faint rustling. Turning his head towards the rear of his body, he spotted the gradual approach of another. Although he was immediately decided that the wolf was not his sibling, he continued to watch her anyways. He was intent on starting a new routine and if rising before Row and coming to the boarders was a part of it, then perhaps the stranger had some part in his new beginnings as well.