04-13-2012, 09:02 PM
The protettore and his son had heard the call, inviting others to join in a celebration. Out of habit he carried his satchel with his dried herbs. He had some dried vegetables stored in there, taken from the stable along with a loaf of his home made bread. He kept his pace slow so Myrddin could keep up with him. It took them a while to reach the hunting lodge, but they did. As they arrived, he could smell the scent of another pack member, a horse, and a half cooked stew.
He drew to a halt, lifting a hand as the other shifter came into view. "Hello! I'm Tal, the protettore, and this is my boy Myrddin. We heard your invitation." His smile was friendly, his tail wagging lazily. He lifted his satchel lightly. "We brought some stuff too...some dried vegetables, and some bread I made. It's not much, but it's a start." He grinned crookedly. If one didn't know him, one would never be able to tell that he was suffering a broken heart from a mate who left him and his son.
He drew to a halt, lifting a hand as the other shifter came into view. "Hello! I'm Tal, the protettore, and this is my boy Myrddin. We heard your invitation." His smile was friendly, his tail wagging lazily. He lifted his satchel lightly. "We brought some stuff too...some dried vegetables, and some bread I made. It's not much, but it's a start." He grinned crookedly. If one didn't know him, one would never be able to tell that he was suffering a broken heart from a mate who left him and his son.