08-23-2012, 02:02 PM
By now, Torok had had enough adventures and was ready to settle down in the pack his relative, Ismeme, was a member of. She had told him all about the pack and he felt he would fit in well. It wasn't his place to decide though. He called for Fraya and held his arm out for her when he heard the flapping of wings approaching. With her resting on his shoulder, he picked up his staff and the rope attached to the young colts neck as he led him to the border of Casa do Cavalieri. He had yet to give the colt a name and would hopefully find one suitable for the spirited foal. Once at the border, Torok suddenly became nervous. What if they didn't accept him because he was blind? He knew of packs who would turn him down in an instant or even kill him, assuming he was better off dead since he "couldn't care for himself or a pack." it was all nonsense though. Torok was perfectly capable of hunting and protecting others, he just got lost every once in a while.
He stood tall, forcing his fears into the back of his mind as he lifted his head and let out a howl, calling for someone to meet with him. Hopefully someone would come soon and maybe they would treat him as an equal, instead of taking pity on him. He would just have to wait and see.
He stood tall, forcing his fears into the back of his mind as he lifted his head and let out a howl, calling for someone to meet with him. Hopefully someone would come soon and maybe they would treat him as an equal, instead of taking pity on him. He would just have to wait and see.