04-23-2012, 10:45 PM
Aro Marino. Last time he had set his paws in this country, let alone, this region he was a little over a year. Now here he was, back in the land after making sure his mother was settled back in Italy. More than just that happened though. He met a female, but things had gone sour. It was a distraction, and now it was over. He came back home to join his father's pack, and help the cause. So much had changed with the young male, and he was ready to make things happen and maybe break a few beautiful hearts.
A large grin formed on the tuxedo man's muzzle. His beautiful blue eyes mellow and peaceful looking as he made his way toward the borders. His sword resting in its holster as he walked along the cool earth, his right hand resting on the hilt as he continued forward. It was a sunny day, but the wind blew a slight chill over the land. His mohawk blowing back as he fought against the wind that came rushing from the west. He knew he needed to rebleach the ends of it soon, but for now it still looked good in his mind. The young man came to the borders of his father's land and he drew in the scent. A large smile came to his muzzle while the scent of his father came to his nostrils.
Lifting his head high he let out a calling howl to his father, or whoever could come allow him access. He knew it would be respectful of him to do this, and he knew it would be in his best interest to show respect to his father's pack and lands in hopes of being granted access. He was sure he would be let in anyway, whether he was formal or informal. He chose the formal route, it just fit better in his mind. It was time to be reunited with his family--at least the ones still within these lands.
A large grin formed on the tuxedo man's muzzle. His beautiful blue eyes mellow and peaceful looking as he made his way toward the borders. His sword resting in its holster as he walked along the cool earth, his right hand resting on the hilt as he continued forward. It was a sunny day, but the wind blew a slight chill over the land. His mohawk blowing back as he fought against the wind that came rushing from the west. He knew he needed to rebleach the ends of it soon, but for now it still looked good in his mind. The young man came to the borders of his father's land and he drew in the scent. A large smile came to his muzzle while the scent of his father came to his nostrils.
Lifting his head high he let out a calling howl to his father, or whoever could come allow him access. He knew it would be respectful of him to do this, and he knew it would be in his best interest to show respect to his father's pack and lands in hopes of being granted access. He was sure he would be let in anyway, whether he was formal or informal. He chose the formal route, it just fit better in his mind. It was time to be reunited with his family--at least the ones still within these lands.