Stone Circle No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony

At this point, Hieronymous continued to pout. Seems he had gotten himself into a predicament today and it would stick to him like gum on a shoe until he could pay back his debt. Although he didn't dislike the thought of joining a pack, honestly, he enjoyed the thought of eventually finding a home with people he could see as a family - but this was not the way he had wanted to do so. It felt hollow. 

Hieronymous. He replied, introducing himself with as little of a downer tone as he could muster. Sure he was bitter, very bitter, but it wasn't their fault that he had found himself here. If he had to blame anyone, it would be himself for not taking more notice of land that was claimed by a pack - he would need to start figuring out how to do so without being attacked after wandering in too deep. 

He leaned on Marten for the support - Sorry if I'm heavy. He did his best to put most of his weight on his own legs, just to use Marten as a way to guide rather than carry him. To share the burden rather than try to gauge if his body gained enough strength again to carry himself on its own. 

Looking over a the female, seafoam green eyes longing for some direction. He was certain the little white one knew where to go - but it was her den after all.