The empty sockets of the mounted skulls seemed to stare at the young wolf as he waited. Growing ever more anxious as the time ticked away with only the sun bleached and painted skulls as company. The minutes seemed to stretch on for far longer than they ought to be capable of as the youth stood alert. Eyes and ears searching for the sounds of someone approaching and even though it had not really been all that long at all Cypress began to wonder if he would answered at all. Surely he had not come all this way for nothing.
He was excited and anxious, but as his audits picked up the swift footsteps of approach he felt the sudden stab of nervousness that he hadn't even realized was there. For the first time his mind considered the option that perhaps his father would not wish to see him. Such thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind to sit and nag at him from there as his excitement bubbled forth as he caught the first few glimpses of his father form trotting through the terrain. His tail wagged happy and excitedly behind him as he dared to edge closer to the scent marked borders to greet his father. His head was low and level with his shoulders as ears pressed forward eagerly, eyes bright. "To see you, father. I was hoping I could stay for awhile." The confidence in his voice faded at the end, hoping he would not simply be sent back home, unwanted. "I'd like to get to know you, better than just what momma has told us." He hoped in the end it would shed some light on why he often felt so misplaced in the lands of the Dreamers. Maybe this was home, though the skulls had already begun to tarnish the boyish dream.
The boy grew more serious; the excited features of his face falling away and the boy looked at the ground a moment before looking back to the man he so much resembled. "Also, I thought you should know of the Aniwayans. Their leadership has changed and several days ago they raided our lands in the middle night." He thought it too blunt to state right away that his mother had been taken as well as that he sought assistance in seeing her brought home. But that was not the only reason he had come and he did not want his father to think it was the first and only thing to bring his estranged son to his borders.
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