"It's some thing me and dad both did, now its your turn dude." Tyra said with a hint of both concern, and hope in his voice. The elder brother was dressed in his genin garb, his head band shining against the ray of sun breaking through tree branches.
Darasu looked into the depths of the forest with doubt, and then back towards the direction of the village. He knew this was some thing he had to do, but that didn't make it any less frightening. The last time he had wandered into the forest alone, he had been left with the small three scars on his chest. He was older now, and more knowledgeable about the area and life within it, but did that compensate for his lack of shinobi skill?
His brother broke the silence. "Look, last time you didn't come into the forest for the right reasons. You wandered in here on accident, and you were just a kid. Our family has been dealing with this pack for almost two decades, and that's most likely why they didn't tear you to shreds. The mother could smell who's blood was in your veins, and knew you as friend. You've got this." He said with a clap on the shoulder.
The younger looked up, nodded and took a deep breathe. This was his trial.
With the fall of Kirigakure, the Morata family had to find a new place to raise their kin. Darasu's mother had ties in Kumogakure with her family, part of a well known clan across the world. It was here in Kumogakure that his stranger relatives took him in, and treated him like true family. That was the biggest word to the Inuzuka clan; loyalty.
His relatives here had mostly gained their canine companions through litters of pups that had been born within the village, by mating pairs of dogs distant around the clan. It was always important to avoid inbreeding, but still breed for a strong canine. Most of his family members got their pups around seven or eight years old, gifts from their parents or grand parents.
But Darasu was an outsider to Kumogakure. While his mother had always had her canine companion, his father and brother had needed to go to the source and earn theirs. Every few generations a wolf pup was needed to be retrieved from the wilds of the ancient forest, and brought to in to keep fresh blood within the breeds. As for Tyra and Darasu, they had chosen to get their own pure blooded wolves from the wilderness as a sign of strength and worthiness to the rest of the family....
Tyra nudged Darasu out of his thoughts, and ushered him forward. Bearsif, the black two year old wolf lay back in the shade snoozing lazily. The canine lupis had grown considerably in the last two years, and was almost like an extension of Tyra him self.
That was what he wanted, and now he was going to get it.
Darasu nodded, and began walking into the forest with confidence from his own reflection....
Darasu looked into the depths of the forest with doubt, and then back towards the direction of the village. He knew this was some thing he had to do, but that didn't make it any less frightening. The last time he had wandered into the forest alone, he had been left with the small three scars on his chest. He was older now, and more knowledgeable about the area and life within it, but did that compensate for his lack of shinobi skill?
His brother broke the silence. "Look, last time you didn't come into the forest for the right reasons. You wandered in here on accident, and you were just a kid. Our family has been dealing with this pack for almost two decades, and that's most likely why they didn't tear you to shreds. The mother could smell who's blood was in your veins, and knew you as friend. You've got this." He said with a clap on the shoulder.
The younger looked up, nodded and took a deep breathe. This was his trial.
With the fall of Kirigakure, the Morata family had to find a new place to raise their kin. Darasu's mother had ties in Kumogakure with her family, part of a well known clan across the world. It was here in Kumogakure that his stranger relatives took him in, and treated him like true family. That was the biggest word to the Inuzuka clan; loyalty.
His relatives here had mostly gained their canine companions through litters of pups that had been born within the village, by mating pairs of dogs distant around the clan. It was always important to avoid inbreeding, but still breed for a strong canine. Most of his family members got their pups around seven or eight years old, gifts from their parents or grand parents.
But Darasu was an outsider to Kumogakure. While his mother had always had her canine companion, his father and brother had needed to go to the source and earn theirs. Every few generations a wolf pup was needed to be retrieved from the wilds of the ancient forest, and brought to in to keep fresh blood within the breeds. As for Tyra and Darasu, they had chosen to get their own pure blooded wolves from the wilderness as a sign of strength and worthiness to the rest of the family....
Tyra nudged Darasu out of his thoughts, and ushered him forward. Bearsif, the black two year old wolf lay back in the shade snoozing lazily. The canine lupis had grown considerably in the last two years, and was almost like an extension of Tyra him self.
That was what he wanted, and now he was going to get it.
Darasu nodded, and began walking into the forest with confidence from his own reflection....