Greatwater Lake she is dash

Ein had heard the rumors surrounding Junior, about the woman pack from Gunnar who had found it necessary to interrupt Ein's anti-social sulking with jabber Ein parted ways from his mother's mini-me holding with him a knowledge, that though he felt guiltier about it now he could have really cared less about, at first. Junior was like a sister to him and of course Ein cared about her but he hadn't seen the huge deal about her going off on her own to do her own thing. If anything, what Gunnar had shared of Junior's story it had left to inspire Ein himself. There was a slight difference between Junior and himself that Ein hadn't entirely factored into his equation when he had begun to hatch the idea of approaching Thistle about getting permission to leave the nest, so to speak. Junior was older than him and it was likely, on the rare occurrence that Thistle did let him go, that he would actually be accepted by another pack until he hit the age of at least six months; unless he fibbed about his age a wee bit. It felt devious, that thought, and yet it didn't make him feel guilty enough to entirely cancel it out as a viable option.

A creature of similar ebony coloring to himself caught his attention as Ein, once more, spent the day outside of Stavanger Bay's borders pushing all the boundaries he'd been set by Ragnar and Thistle. Just because he was anti social didn't mean that he was afraid of the world. He recognized the mass as Junior quick enough and let out a chuff to alert her to his presence if his scent hadn't already given it away. “Hey!” He called to her. “Junior!” She looked different from the last time he'd seen her though Ein couldn't exactly put his paw on what was different. To be fair, he probably looked different, too but his own appearance and changes had no actual bearing on him besides that it was awkward and that he couldn't will it to stop.