Moving, changing things around and trying to find his place in the world all over again was a daunting, terrifying prospect; the lad had desperately hopped to establish things and grasp control of his future on his own with the Cavalieri's and the result had been nothing more then him sulking around the territory, loosing weight and falling into a spell of depression, cutting himself off from the world until the red head man had stubbornly forced his way back into his life despite being told to go away. Strel baffled him, like many adults did; he couldn't get a rise out of the red head nor hold any argument with him, as he had recently learned. Nor did he understand really why his uncle wouldn't just leave him alone, going as far as to take the young Nishant under his wing.

Glancing around the room he had called his own, if only for a short time, It now looked foreign to him, stripped of all his belongings and little nick knacks it became apparent that the space was quite literally what it's name depicted it to be: just a room. Leaving it wasn't nearly as hard as he thought it would be, the pumice male turned shut the door behind him and shrugged the last bag of his stuff over his shoulder, moving out to the stables to collect both Buck and Damini who already bore the rest of his stuff; Buck he'd tacked up and intended to ride over to his uncles pack, whilst Damini bared the majority of the luggage.

Running his hand over each horse he led the pair out of the stables, mounting up onto Buck he urged the stallion onwards, Damini following behind without making a scene. Keeping the pace brisk he they made quick progress over to the borders he sought out, although truthfully there wasn't that much ground to cover as there had been in his last relocation. Tugging gently upon the reigns he waited for the stallion to fall relatively still before dismounting, positioning himself between the mare and Buck, a hand upon each one's reigns.

So far things had been somewhat easy, now all he had to do was call to let his uncle know he was finally there. Breath caught in his throat and he fell silent, standing anchored to his spot staring numbly into the foreign lands. Was this really what he wanted? It wasn't as if he had anywhere else to go or anyone else to be with, the baggy jumper covering him was testimony enough that continuing his prior lifestyle wasn't going to work and the fact that he was covering his body simply indicated that Strel's words had gotten to him a little.

Resigned, he called out to his uncle and waited anxiously to see if his summons would be answered. Letting go of Buck's reigns he re-positioned the worn jumper that hung loosely on him, trying to make it so it didn't reveal the skinny body beneath it.

Shuffling around upon the spot he waited with great impatience, growing quickly bored the idea to run, leave and go elsewhere began to grow more and more tempting; not that the idea to simply up and leave hadn't occurred to him before that moment, the option had always been there, he could go to Ayasha even if they weren't on the best of terms currently, become a loner or seek out the unknown packs. If he really wanted to he knew he could simply disappear and cut all ties to the red hair male and the fact he stood there waiting for his uncle, who wasn't really his uncle any more, spoke more then anything. Exactly when he'd decided to let Strel back into his life was kinda vague, perhaps when he and the male had last argued upon Cavalier borders or somewhere along his travels to his uncles pack, maybe even earlier.

He was there now and no longer could he lie to himself that in a small corner within himself he was glad that someone hadn't given up on him, that someone was reaching out to him finally. From the lads apprehension Damini grew restless, fidgeting around and not willing to settle down which was never a good sign, the mare was a tyrant at times and easily distressed which was why he rarely took her out or did much with her aside from looking after her. Under the right guidance her behaviour issues may have been worked out, allowing for her to be ridden or have some purpose but the boy didn't see it necessary, the mare was as she was and he wasn't particularly inclined to change her any time soon.

Grasping Damini's reigns a fraction tighter he stared out into the foreign lands, willing his uncle to hurry from wherever he was. Relief filling him at the familiar figure that made his way towards the lad and horses in due time, his grip upon the mare's reigns relaxed a small amount as he she her a cautious look before turning his attention fully upon Strel, frowning instantly at the male's words. “I can leave now if that's what you want?” his voice came out clipped, sharp with the offence he had taken from the others accusation. “As much as i'd love to spite you, i've heard it's bad to make the elderly wonder around and worry much” a dry laugh accompanied his words, the young Nishant quickly questioning why exactly he had decided to … agree to live with this man.

He wanted to hit that lopsided grin. Badly and hard. Right in the middle of that grinning face. It irked him to know that he had so easily allowed for the red-head to get under his skin so quickly and get a rise out of him, the other clearly enjoying even if he was waving his hands out in defeat. Narrowing his eyes he settled for glaring suspiciously at Strel rather then voicing his thoughts; a rare show of maturity from the lad who had yet to master the skill of holding his tongue. Stepping closer to Damini he listened to his ex-uncle's response to his given insult, although truthfully the Nishant called everyone older then him 'old, grandpa' or anything along such lines without much thought, not from an intended insult of any kind.

Puffing his cheeks out a little he crossed thinning arms over his chest, muscles along his maw growing tense as he held back his anger. Of all the things, he'd left his home and come to this foreign pack upon this males request to be insulted and then laughed at and he was stood there taking it. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up and try not to die of a heart attack grandpa.” breathing out heavily through his nose he snorted his disgust at his elders behaviour, trying his up-most best to play the part of the bigger and more mature part.

“Will you stop sticking your nose in my business already. I've eaten, nosy git” he spat out, Damini startling slightly at the rise in his voice, pale hands instantly running over the mares neck to reassure her. Honestly he'd tried to eat some, but after having eaten so little for so long his stomach hadn't agreed and it seemed to do more damage then good to start eating more, as was the conclusion the lad had reached with little to know knowledge in medicine.

Trailing behind his uncle he followed in a sulking manner, eyes fixed on the ground even as he lead the two horses, opting for silence rather then granting the other an response of which he could laugh at. Although when he was asked for his preference he shrugged his shoulders quickly, “Not fussed. Meat is meat; whether it's cooked or bloody it's still just a dead animal” pausing he looked up to the other, opening his mouth to speak and closing it, repeating the action twice before he found the words he wanted to voice. “How far to this hotel?”

Self consciously his arms rose and folded across his stomach like a child trying to hide the evidence of the destruction he had caused. Not the least put off by Strel's instant doubt in the matter of whether he'd eaten or not he kept both his head and eye level as steady as he could, smiling in a somewhat secretive matter. “Perhaps” was all he said; he'd let the red-head ponder and squirm over whether he was eating or not as punishment for being all to nosy... at least, he'd try to make him squirm, since nothing ever seemed to go to plan when his ex-uncle was involved he didn't get his hopes up.. to much. Lifting his shoulders he shrugged in a semi-sulking manner at the mention of meat and the expectation he eat a portion of it. The thought of eating made his stomach ache and the memories of throwing up came back at him strongly with great force, the desire to heave was there even though he knew that there was nothing within him to make a re-appearance.

Trailing behind like a whipped puppy his steps faltered when there was mention of having a hut in the woods. Was he not wanted in the hotel? Already too much of a burden? Rationally he could see the thoughts stemmed from lack of self confidence but there seemed to be some truth in them. He'd made a point to go against Stel wherever he could, arguing with him, insulting him. Here was Stel's pack and it wouldn't look good upon his ex-uncle if the rest of the pack saw his behaviour and state. Perhaps it was best he was hidden away and settled into solitude again, even if he wanted to cling onto the kindness the other had so far showed him despite everything he'd done to push it away. “I don't want to” each word was breathed out silently, the lad freezing as soon as he realised he'd voiced his opinion aloud and he wanted to flee like a corner animal, eyes wide and panic filled.