Word count: 313 // +3 points // Backdated to 28 APRIL 12
As he walked back to the caverns, Alduin kept a wary eye on the crow above him. It had followed the wolf for a long time now, and he couldn’t help but wonder what the creature wanted from him. At first, he thought it was simply being territorial; but it continued to follow him well into the afternoon. The bird didn’t cry out in displeasure, nor did it swoop down upon him like it had done earlier in the morning. Despite their odd encounter, he was thankful for the company, and could only bring himself to smile when he glanced up at the crow.
When he approached the entrance to the caves, he looked up to see that the crow had disappeared. To where, he didn’t know, and for some reason or another he was saddened by it. It was what it was, though, and Alduin was certain that if he brought the right food he would see that bird again. So he entered the caverns and headed toward the Angelo’s den. He’d seen the leader with many crows before, and he was, perhaps, the best source of information on the birds that Alduin could find. As he neared the other male’s den, he made sure to stand a few paces away out of respect for another’s personal space.
“Alaki?” he called. “Are you home, sir?”
He peered in as much as he could without overstepping his boundaries, his eyes shining with an eagerness to learn. Anathema was full of strange and exciting things, and Alduin would make it a point to find out everything he could about his new family. Despite what his parents thought about packs before, he found pack-life to be quite thrilling, and nothing could drive him away from it now. So he stood before the Angelo’s den, tail wagging excitedly behind him as he listened for a response.
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