07-22-2010, 09:27 AM
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In addition to his mate and sons, there were several other wolves of the pack, a veritable troupe of canines to keep the year's litter fat and happy. Even so, Azazel was not an unkind wolf, and he looked upon this Chikkun with a kind of understanding. Not everyone could become the alpha of his father's pack; it had been Azazel's birthright as the oldest and the strongest, and so when his father had passed, the pack had become Azazel's. His sons would continue this tradition, maybe until time ceased to be. It did not truly matter on the grand scheme if Chikkun was allowed entrance to the pack, though maybe by some rare chance Chikkun himself would become the alpha of Azazel's ancestral homeland.
"Fishing is a good thing. We have many rivers and no expert fisherman," Azazel exclaimed. He was quite glad to find this -- he himself had eaten fish on a few rare occasions, when someone had found a few of them trapped in a pool or otherwise captured them by some similarly far-fetched luck. "You seem to be a fine wolf in good condition, Chikkun. I must ask you one more question -- why did you leave the pack you called home?" Azazel knew this could potentially be a tricky question, but it was one that he required an answer to nonetheless; if Chikkun had left his last pack on less than stellar terms, such a thing needed to be said.
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In addition to his mate and sons, there were several other wolves of the pack, a veritable troupe of canines to keep the year's litter fat and happy. Even so, Azazel was not an unkind wolf, and he looked upon this Chikkun with a kind of understanding. Not everyone could become the alpha of his father's pack; it had been Azazel's birthright as the oldest and the strongest, and so when his father had passed, the pack had become Azazel's. His sons would continue this tradition, maybe until time ceased to be. It did not truly matter on the grand scheme if Chikkun was allowed entrance to the pack, though maybe by some rare chance Chikkun himself would become the alpha of Azazel's ancestral homeland.
"Fishing is a good thing. We have many rivers and no expert fisherman," Azazel exclaimed. He was quite glad to find this -- he himself had eaten fish on a few rare occasions, when someone had found a few of them trapped in a pool or otherwise captured them by some similarly far-fetched luck. "You seem to be a fine wolf in good condition, Chikkun. I must ask you one more question -- why did you leave the pack you called home?" Azazel knew this could potentially be a tricky question, but it was one that he required an answer to nonetheless; if Chikkun had left his last pack on less than stellar terms, such a thing needed to be said.