Pleased that the male thought well of him so far Xetor glowed under Angier's scrupulous gaze. Though he was glad the male dismissed his offer to hunt the deer herd. Xetor knew how to hunt rabbits and well, small things. He'd been on only one hunt in his life that involved a deer and mostly he ran alongside his older pack mates just watching the action from afar. Nobody would let him get close while at the age and size he had been at.

However the male moved away without marking him. It seemed like he was accepted, but Tor was a bit confused. Most packs marked their members prior to letting them into their lands. He wondered if this pack was maybe a bit different. I would think Auntie El would have the same rules as the empire but maybe not... He watched the male turn to look towards Sorya.

"I trust that you'll be a fine addition to our ranks. The deer is plentiful within Willow Ridge though. We will, no doubt, see 'em again. For now what I'd prefer you to do is familiarize yerself with the pack lands, our stores of dried herbs has been lacking these past few months and I would like to see them filled before the cubs arrive." the lead males words brought up a question that Tor didn't think to ask yet. He nodded in understanding knowing that the man had given him permission to roam around the territory and get used to it. That has to mean he's accepted me. Tor thought with a giddy expression clouding his features.

You will pull your own weight, he says... Yes I know, every wolf must do work within the pack, every wolf has a duty and a job to do. Just like in Torbine's packs. He thought quietly as Angier lectured him.

"And you will give no reason for the princes, your cousins, to scorn you. If you have any problems, you come to me. I'll check back with you tomorrow evening to make sure that you're settling in okay." These words that came from Angier's mouth made Tor pause in his thoughts. He didn't really have anything against his apparent cousins. there's more than one cousin? However Xetor certainly wasn't going to give them a reason to hate him. Maybe let them get annoyed by him from time to time but he would try to do anything to make them absolutely hate him.

"No sir they won't scorn me sir." He answered immediately almost like a robot as the gray man Angier took his leave.

Momentarily caught up in the giddiness of being accepted by the leader of a pack practically on his own I mean Sorya didn't do much really... Tor wagged his tail and sauntered over to his aunt before the thought struck him like a lightning bolt.

"Wait... He wants me to go get herbs doesn't he?" The question was asked mostly to himself butt partially to Sorya as well.

(OOC: I'll do one more post after Sorya then?)

Nodding as his aunt answered, Tor decided that he would indeed check out the rest of the borders before venturing any further in to this strange new territory.

He gave Sorya a farewell swish of his tail and flick of his ears before taking a look around and daring to step over that invisible line. Once over a certain calmness entered Xetor. Perhaps due to the fact that he knew he had someplace to go now. A place to sleep without being worried about someone finding him while he slept. His rust and black tail began to wag slowly as Xetor continued to pad inside and a long the border.

After a while he reached a boulder with a willow tree growing practically on top of it. The boulder was larger than he and the willows five large roots draped over the side of the boulder creating a little alcove of sorts. Tor decided to mark this for reference later. Maybe he would spend a night or two here before heading further into the territory to meet his new pack mates.

But first to check the rest of the borders. the dark male told himself quickly after nosing around the makeshift sleeping place. His dark paws then swept him around the large territory filled with willow trees. He imagined what it would look like in summer. The faint scent of deer roaming through the forest made his stomach rumble, but for now Xetor ignored the hunger knowing that a pack usually had the resources to feed working members.

Once he had looped around the territory Tor found himself back to the tree and boulder he had marked earlier. Tired but hungry, the young Archer decided to finally rest. When next morning comes I'll visit the inner areas of the territory. Maybe see if I can find a medicine den to see what stuff I know of that I can restock. Tor yawned loudly then lay himself into a tight ball ebneath the roots before blanking out into dreams.

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