06-13-2012, 10:49 PM
Lukos is glad to be on the move. He's been waiting to see the rest of Nova Scotia, and now he has the chance. As if he had a choice in the say. His last pack practically threw him out. They were always saying that he should find a pack of his own, and now he's off to do so. "Thanks for the kick out the door." He murmured to himself. He knew that it would happen eventually. It wasn't even his own pack. He had been adopted, out of pity, and now they didn't want him anymore. He didn't care. In fact, he was glad to leave, even if it hurt a little. He was sad at first, but focused on finding a pack. he heard about the Anathema, so he decided to head that way. So he walked in a straight shot for their borders, thorough the Dampwoods, hoping they weren't too busy and that they might consider him. He checked his elkskin bag, making sure his dagger and carving wood were there. Got to keep some hobbies, he thought to himself. Maybe they have a bow he can use too, he pondered. If not, he could always make one, maybe out of oak, or rowan - Focus, focus. "Anathema, here I come."