howling for you / open, visiting

[roan ;]

[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Roan was hardly the best example of a Pittian for Raymond to meet first. Mainly because Roan very much wasn't a Pittian. Much like the jaguar currently relaxing peacefully on the Pitt's border, Roan was merely a visitor on their lands. The circumstances between their visits were quite different, however. While Raymond had come to the Pitt of his own fruition out of seemingly boredom, Roan had run to the group as an escape, desperate for somewhere to rest until he was finally ready to face the music. If Roan was a more petty person, perhaps he would've felt a sort of perverse jealousy of Raymond, getting to come and go without the weight of guilt on his back. However, the apprentice wasn't that sort of person, so when he heard Raymond's call from within Silver's hollow, he felt merely curiosity. Dark grey paws pressed down on golden sands as the boy emerged from the burrow, moving over to where the jaguar was currently standing. Roan wasn't sure what scent he had been expecting when he had first begun to wander over, but it certainly hadn't been Tanglewood. Luckily, the swamp scent only served to put the boy at ease, used to it from the occasional visits from their close ally. He couldn't imagine that the Pittians would be too pleased with this newcomer, however.

Swallowing a little nervously as he glanced around, Roan came to a stop nearby, sitting down in front of Raymond and tilting his head up a bit to meet the other's gaze. Despite how much he had grown recently, the draconic apprentice was still far from his full size, and Raymond remained much taller than him, for now. Aine had arrived first, and when Roan noticed the obvious displeasure and anxiety in her voice, he felt his heart clench. Despite them only knowing each other for a short while now, Aine was his family. Group loyalties or not, the boy didn't have any desire to see her suffer, especially not when Trygve had spoken so highly of her. Shifting a little awkwardly, Roan stretched out a wing to gently touch Aine, trying to provide her with some kind of comfort without directly speaking to her. Her words were harsh, but they were probably true. Raymond was from an enemy group, and while Roan was also technically an enemy, he was fairly sure that Kydobi and the others had gone easy on him, mostly due to his age and distress. He didn't say anything for now, figuring that Aine's words had been enough. Besides, he didn't really have any place to speak anyways. He didn't have any authority within the Pitt, and even if he did, he'd probably just end up agreeing with his relative. It was probably best for Raymond to just go, for the sake of them all. Roan didn't want to see this break out into anything violent – although he was sure that Aine wouldn't be the one to start such a thing.
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