- Rink was stirring to get his scars started to prove to his grandfather that he was a worthy warrior, quite like him. He looked up to Tremor and only wished they were a little closer, yet he had already noticed the distance between them was getting shorter and shorter. He was hoping to eventually gain enough scars and ranks to become the hopeful captain of The Deep. His strategic play on fights and ambush tactics were like none before him. He was able to somewhat see three steps ahead of an enemy, or prey and that made him quite the asset when it came to groups of 3 warriors heading out to look for spirits. Thinking he should say something to his sister Rip before he headed out, he quickly decided against it. If this hunt of his was not successful, he would grab her for the next one. They both were determined to be written into the history book and become the first one of his family to obtain scars that would surely set him apart from the others.
With a concentrated look back to the inner circle of the pack grounds, he turned and started to push the boundaries, hoping to find whatever was out there. Whether it would be spirits or other rogues to join, he was open to whatever.
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