RHYTHM OF THE WAR DRUMS | rebellion

[align=center][div style=" width: 425px; font-family calibri; font-size: 12px; color: darkgrey; text-align: justify; padding: 7px; line-height: 130%"]Boston did not know much of war or rebellion, did not know of a group that would take over another, whether it be a permanent solution or a temporary one, but he did know of defending, something he had to do for himself in the time that he had spent alone before he had joined the Snowbound, before he had found a home. Before, it had been easy as most of the others he had to defend himself from where small creatures with no fighting skills, just instinct, but now it was different, most of the ones that he had been told about were bigger than him, and they all had fought many times, whether it be in practice or in reality, and his skills - none compared to the Pittians - would be tested.

He had thought about staying inside, staying safe and watching the fight from inside to see the moves everyone outside would be making, see how he could better improve, but, in the end, the child decided that he'd be better off outside where the action was, trying to help. His ignorance would one day get the best of him.

When he had heard the song that rang from Nui, Boston would pad over to the healer's den, making himself comfortable yet ready for attack near Atabash, the pup's ears pricked as he looked around, waiting. When there was suddenly fighting going on around him, and Atavash had run off to go and fight, the puppy stood there, stunned and confused. What was he meant to do now?