It had been a long trip, but Réaltán’s nose told him that he had finally made it to his destination. At least, the door step of his destination. Adjusting the straps on his backpack, he gazed around at the rather picturesque landscape that surrounded the territory of the Braveheart pack. There was no one in sight and it did not smell like there was imminently approaching, but surely a patrol would be along soon enough. If not, perhaps he would reconsider joining this pack, despite the opportunities that it would provide.
Looking around until he found a suitably large rock, Réaltán then made his way over to it and carefully set his backpack down beside it and perched comfortably on the edge of it. Are you certain about this? the wolf, called Talon, asked, slightly uneasy with the possibility of allying himself with a potential pack of Wilders. Réaltán nodded. Don’t you remember what Ryker said about this pack? He told us that it’s power very nearly rivaled that of the other pack and the Alpha is even older than that Noctavia lady. We’ve been over this before, Talon, and agreed that this would be the best chance. Don’t tell me that you’re losing your nerve over something like having to put up with a few Wilders. The only reply was a short snarl from Talon over being called out. Réaltán grinned slightly. “I thought not,” he replied out loud. Well, all that was left now was to wait, so wait he did. Reaching into his back, he removed a small black notebook and a pen and began writing down short phrases, mostly just clauses but the occasional sentence made its way in. To anyone else, the writing would look mostly jibberish, due to its complete lack of continuity, but to Réaltán, each clause and phrase represented a thought that he was planning on pursuing to greater depth at a later time. Thus he waited.
Looking around until he found a suitably large rock, Réaltán then made his way over to it and carefully set his backpack down beside it and perched comfortably on the edge of it. Are you certain about this? the wolf, called Talon, asked, slightly uneasy with the possibility of allying himself with a potential pack of Wilders. Réaltán nodded. Don’t you remember what Ryker said about this pack? He told us that it’s power very nearly rivaled that of the other pack and the Alpha is even older than that Noctavia lady. We’ve been over this before, Talon, and agreed that this would be the best chance. Don’t tell me that you’re losing your nerve over something like having to put up with a few Wilders. The only reply was a short snarl from Talon over being called out. Réaltán grinned slightly. “I thought not,” he replied out loud. Well, all that was left now was to wait, so wait he did. Reaching into his back, he removed a small black notebook and a pen and began writing down short phrases, mostly just clauses but the occasional sentence made its way in. To anyone else, the writing would look mostly jibberish, due to its complete lack of continuity, but to Réaltán, each clause and phrase represented a thought that he was planning on pursuing to greater depth at a later time. Thus he waited.