Two Rivers Isle a draco tale

The concept of leadership did not entice him, mostly because he lacked any frame of reference for it. Cambria was intrigued by the idea of others helping him build his skill set, presumably for mutual benefit. He loved learning, particularly skills that would help him not just survive but thrive. It was almost alluring enough for him to consider membership despite all his other misgivings and reservations.

And then she told him that many local packs operated this way. That meant he would have options he ought to explore, if he decided the idea of joining a pack at all suited him. His tail twitched thoughtfully, his two-toned gaze sweeping to the wilderness sprawling ever eastward. He would need time to think and consider his options.

With Collision making a bid to join, Cambria intuited his presence was only a hindrance now. Besides that, he was beginning to feel a little overstimulated by all the socialization. Fellowship had its merits, though solitude was comforting in its familiarity. He craved his own company.

Thank you for the information, Eshe. Good luck, Collision, Cambria offered, nodding his head to each in turn, including Argent with a glance. I’ll leave you to it.

With a final glance, he stepped away from the small gathering on the jetty. He paused for an instant to consider which direction to head, then opted to retrace his steps, beginning with crossing the small river once more. He stepped into the shallows and then paddled for the opposite shore, a practiced swimmer. When he reached the far bank, Cambria did not look back, trotting away toward the coast.