All the lights are flashing gold

Sumayl had never considered himself much of an Outrider, if because it tended to have a diplomatic side as well and while Sumayl could be diplomatic if the need arose, surely, he wasn't naturally into the whole “pack politics” thing. He was too confrontational for that, and at the end of the day if in some alternate universe if he ever became an Alpha he would much rather spend time and energy caring about his own pack then someone else's; perhaps that was why such a thing was only a possibility in an alternate world. Sumayl would never be a diplomatic leader. Though the Ostrega didn't consider himself the “settler” when it came to rank, he recognized his own personal boundaries and understood that him being a leader at any capacity was an impossibility. He supposed with how often he went out with Vienna on her little Outrider trips that he could be, if he wished to pursue it. Sumayl enjoyed the adventure part of it, at least, but shied away from the messenger boy part of it, for previously stated reasons. Instead, he used her little trips that she invited him too for learning the layout of the land for a different purpose than Vienna. Sumayl wasn't shy when it came to tracking and was willing to go as far as he needed too. Realistically, they would only hunt the herds that were closer to The Sunspire, but it never hurt to know which territories they seemed to favor, even if it was days away from The Sunspire. A hunting team could be sent out if necessary.

Vienna claimed his previously wandering attention when she spoke to him, golden gaze resting lightly on her face as she made her inquiry. “Uh, yeah,” Sumayl shrugged. “Sometimes we would play together and others we would section ourselves off in those little “boys only” and “girls only” clubs.” Pretty much what ever child with numerous brothers and sisters tended to do. It was an odd question to Sumayl, but the Ostrega found that he really didn't mind.