03-19-2011, 05:48 PM
[html]ooc;; woop, im not nehked anymore! <333
Of course, not everyone was expected to have a skill or a trade that benefited the pack. It would be near on impossible and would be rather cruel and impractical to turn away those that had no skill. For one reason or another, be that age or simple ignorance, they would have to be a small burden on the pack until they managed to learn how to hunt for themselves. It was the simple way that it went- like a new baby being born into the pack. They certainly werent expected to know how to look after themselves and therefore some allowances were made in these cases. He might be wrong, she might have been taught somthing before she got lost. But his gut feeling told him that she would have to be taught how to hunt and look after herself.
Cinnamon backed ears flashed back once before sitting alert atop his head once more. He had guessed right and he was fine with that. The friendly smile that has stayed on his lips throughout this meeting remained as it was, easily slicked onto his face. There was no reason for him to be disappointed- Dahlia was a healing pack and almost anyone was welcome within their borders. There were a few who would be turned away, but this female was both harmless and a blank slate. She would do well in Dahlia, Saul thought. He inclined his head softly, an acceptance of who she was and what she could, or could not, do.
"I am not disappointed Vanessa... Dahlia is a pack of healing and learning. If you decide to stay, perhaps we can teach you a few things?"
He offered with a gentle smile. Excitement grew however as he realised that this time he was not going to have to call Conor to finish the acceptance ceremony. Saul was high enough ranked to be able to do it himself. Settling his shoulders again, Saul squared his head and looked at the female who was fast going to become a pack mate. Tal swang once back and forward and Saul cleared his throat once before continuing.
"I offer you a place in Dahlia's ranks and accept you into this pack as a Subordinate. Welcome, Vanessa."
The ritualistic words had come from a recess deep in Saul's mind, although he was sure he had never heard Conor speak such words. But Saul was unique and he had his own way of dealing with this. With a shuffle he moved aside, no longer baring the females way. She was a pack member now and was well within her rights to cross the borders for a safe place to sleep at last.
word count;;
"speech"
Of course, not everyone was expected to have a skill or a trade that benefited the pack. It would be near on impossible and would be rather cruel and impractical to turn away those that had no skill. For one reason or another, be that age or simple ignorance, they would have to be a small burden on the pack until they managed to learn how to hunt for themselves. It was the simple way that it went- like a new baby being born into the pack. They certainly werent expected to know how to look after themselves and therefore some allowances were made in these cases. He might be wrong, she might have been taught somthing before she got lost. But his gut feeling told him that she would have to be taught how to hunt and look after herself.
Cinnamon backed ears flashed back once before sitting alert atop his head once more. He had guessed right and he was fine with that. The friendly smile that has stayed on his lips throughout this meeting remained as it was, easily slicked onto his face. There was no reason for him to be disappointed- Dahlia was a healing pack and almost anyone was welcome within their borders. There were a few who would be turned away, but this female was both harmless and a blank slate. She would do well in Dahlia, Saul thought. He inclined his head softly, an acceptance of who she was and what she could, or could not, do.
"I am not disappointed Vanessa... Dahlia is a pack of healing and learning. If you decide to stay, perhaps we can teach you a few things?"
He offered with a gentle smile. Excitement grew however as he realised that this time he was not going to have to call Conor to finish the acceptance ceremony. Saul was high enough ranked to be able to do it himself. Settling his shoulders again, Saul squared his head and looked at the female who was fast going to become a pack mate. Tal swang once back and forward and Saul cleared his throat once before continuing.
"I offer you a place in Dahlia's ranks and accept you into this pack as a Subordinate. Welcome, Vanessa."
The ritualistic words had come from a recess deep in Saul's mind, although he was sure he had never heard Conor speak such words. But Saul was unique and he had his own way of dealing with this. With a shuffle he moved aside, no longer baring the females way. She was a pack member now and was well within her rights to cross the borders for a safe place to sleep at last.
word count;;
"speech"