The Sunspire MEET · forging the bonds

He sat rigidly as he awaited to see what wolves had claimed Tuatha De as home – as he had spoken with Luka previously, he had not seen much activity within their home, and the thought was disheartening. And yet more emerged – a darker she-wolf with flecks and markings if ivory and another male, his pelt a rich chocolate. Scimitar regarded the wolf with curiosity, noting the missing eye, the thin state of the stranger.. and even more intriguing, the myriad of scars that adorned him. Better mannered than that, however, the cinnamon and silver male forced his eyes to drift back to Muirrin, waiting for the meeting to commence.

The Alpha seemingly decided it was time to begin, and while the Frostfur felt a tinge of disappointment at their small numbers, it was also more comrades than he had expected. His eyes drifted over the others briefly once more, though it was Muirrin’s words that rang out strongly across the silent mountains.

She did not leave him disappointed, and as she rallied her pack, the male felt a tingle of excitement course down his spine. This was what he had expected of Muirrin upon his first meeting of her, and his eyes, alight with the impression she made on him, fell on her with a gleam of appreciation.

Luka, a wolf he considered himself closer to than any others he had met yet, spoke, and Scimitar allowed his eyes to scan over the male. He was not surprised of the ebony wolf’s choice, and as he finished, the cinnamon Frostfur cleared his own throat so his baritone vocals could capture the silence for his own claim. “I would take the path of Warrior, if you would deem it so, Alpha. I will humbly accept whichever task you feel is required.”