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The she wolf accepted the vague smile she was given without response. She knew that he had a mate, and that that night had been necessary on her part for her own rites of passage, but she often wondered if there was something more to that encounter. Perhaps it was simply a shallow attraction that she felt towards the only male she had shared such intimacy with, but having never been intrigued in such a way, the woad-marked female was unsure. Perhaps she would need to approach him later.
Not long after her own arrival, as she as thinking how this dark-hued pup reminded her of the Russian Nikolai (for the quality of their soul seemed similar in her mind’s eye), another pup joined them. This white pup did not belong to anyone in the pack that she knew of, but she was of a similar age to the darker pup. The woad-marked female was more interested in the hawk, however. She wondered at the nature of this companionship, for she doubted that it was like her own—a Dream joined with its dreamer. The female wondered again how the hawk had been convinced to accompany the smaller creature—a family gift, perhaps? Hawks were quick, but they were not the brightest of creatures. The white orbs turned momentarily to the pied Raven, who was currently ignoring the other bird. The Raven had merely begun to follow her after the rites of her Long Nights—or more particularly the night spent with Haku—as if sent on the wind from the Ancestors. Often, she wondered why she was paired with such a creature, but one could not question the motives of souls long dead from the earth.
Firefly, Haku’s mate, arrived, and she saw that the golden female was with pups. She was later in the pregnancy than she had suspected, but then, the Firefly’s scents that she had come across had been faint and cold. Cwmfen saw easily that the higher ranking female—and perhaps the male as well—was not pleased with her current condition. The warrior could sympathize with such a thing easily, for if she herself were to become pregnant, carrying the pups would stop her from carrying out her duties during the time that they must be carried. And while the black female was not usually a selfish creature, she loved freedom too much to let even her own hypothetical pups to pull her down. Perhaps that was why she was neither promiscuous nor readily searching for a mate.
There was something strange about the older male who next arrived. She did not recognize this male nor his scent, and so she made the reasonable conclusion that he was new to the pack. The grey male’s greeting was amiable enough, but he seemed disappointed—or at least discontent. She wondered what it was that made him so. The woad warrior offered him a smile in greeting as she took his scent and put it with the others in the back of her mind—for later reference.
Cercelee and Slay arrived soon after. A smile danced upon the female’s maw as she dipped her maw respectfully to the white Rosea. There was a great amount of respect that she had for the white alpha, for she was the heartbeat of this pack. She regretted that she had only met her briefly on several occasions, but the Vitis suspected that the leader might be busy, and so had not wished to trouble her with distracting conversations. Often she marveled at how Rosea managed the pack with only a couple years on her life, and perhaps that was where much of her respect originated. She herself was not made to lead in that way, and so she had never truly taken on such a role. Becoming Head Warrior was nothing like leading a pack. As such thoughts frequented her mind, the black female returned Slay’s smile. He looked well. She was glad to see the diamond male again after not seeing him for so long, and would have said so had Haku not begun to speak.
He introduced the situation, and the warrior was glad, briefly, that she had not followed her initial aspirations for becoming a hunter. Indeed she loved to hunt, for it was similar in many ways to war, but she never thought of herself as a provider, especially of pups. Such thoughts were fleeting as he continued, introducing the pups as Svara, the darker-hued pup, and Flayra, the white one. She awknowledge them only with a flick of an ear as the Lilium continued with his plan. She nodded as she listened, drawing it out in her head, playing several scenarios in her mind. He intended to hunt both a doe and buck; it would be a lot of work, but not necessarily impossible. She was about to respond when the pup Svara spoke first.
Cwmfen found it amusing, though not in a snide manner. This pup seemed to take some sort of liking towards the Lilium, for the little one gave different signals"Such lack of self control would only hinder us, pup," the woad warrior said quietly. Her voice was smooth and unmarred by hot emotions, and while her tone was nonthreatening, there was an indiscernible, yet dark undertone. The white orbs regarded the young wolf briefly, her gaze unreadable, before she returned her attention to the chocolate male. She did not know where such a dislike had originated or why it had. While the female was customarily a timid creature around others she did not know, she did not find it difficult to say what she felt needed to be said. She disliked children, especially ones that claimed to know all things and lack any control whatsoever. And while she did not know the story of this pup who most definitely did not belong to any adult present, the woad warrior found it hard to tolerate those who were not strong enough to overcome hardships—those of a mental nature.
"Are we to be organized according to aptitude?" she inquired. The black female thought back to her hunt with Slay, which had been the first—and so far only—hunt involving more than herself. He had suggested then that she be the one to chase the ungulate towards him, who lie in waiting to deliver the killing stroke at the neck. He was larger and stronger than she was, and she was quicker and more agile, so that particular tactic had worked quite well. As a creature of war, the female wondered whether such organization would be required in this particular hunt, and she suspected that Haku would understand the question without the need to clarify. She tried to think it through, finding that she rather liked his proposal, and began to organize the members in her mind. However, because she did not know the older male that had arrived, she wasn’t sure where to place him. Hopefully Haku would know, or the others perhaps, if such a thing were necessary.
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The she wolf accepted the vague smile she was given without response. She knew that he had a mate, and that that night had been necessary on her part for her own rites of passage, but she often wondered if there was something more to that encounter. Perhaps it was simply a shallow attraction that she felt towards the only male she had shared such intimacy with, but having never been intrigued in such a way, the woad-marked female was unsure. Perhaps she would need to approach him later.
Not long after her own arrival, as she as thinking how this dark-hued pup reminded her of the Russian Nikolai (for the quality of their soul seemed similar in her mind’s eye), another pup joined them. This white pup did not belong to anyone in the pack that she knew of, but she was of a similar age to the darker pup. The woad-marked female was more interested in the hawk, however. She wondered at the nature of this companionship, for she doubted that it was like her own—a Dream joined with its dreamer. The female wondered again how the hawk had been convinced to accompany the smaller creature—a family gift, perhaps? Hawks were quick, but they were not the brightest of creatures. The white orbs turned momentarily to the pied Raven, who was currently ignoring the other bird. The Raven had merely begun to follow her after the rites of her Long Nights—or more particularly the night spent with Haku—as if sent on the wind from the Ancestors. Often, she wondered why she was paired with such a creature, but one could not question the motives of souls long dead from the earth.
Firefly, Haku’s mate, arrived, and she saw that the golden female was with pups. She was later in the pregnancy than she had suspected, but then, the Firefly’s scents that she had come across had been faint and cold. Cwmfen saw easily that the higher ranking female—and perhaps the male as well—was not pleased with her current condition. The warrior could sympathize with such a thing easily, for if she herself were to become pregnant, carrying the pups would stop her from carrying out her duties during the time that they must be carried. And while the black female was not usually a selfish creature, she loved freedom too much to let even her own hypothetical pups to pull her down. Perhaps that was why she was neither promiscuous nor readily searching for a mate.
There was something strange about the older male who next arrived. She did not recognize this male nor his scent, and so she made the reasonable conclusion that he was new to the pack. The grey male’s greeting was amiable enough, but he seemed disappointed—or at least discontent. She wondered what it was that made him so. The woad warrior offered him a smile in greeting as she took his scent and put it with the others in the back of her mind—for later reference.
Cercelee and Slay arrived soon after. A smile danced upon the female’s maw as she dipped her maw respectfully to the white Rosea. There was a great amount of respect that she had for the white alpha, for she was the heartbeat of this pack. She regretted that she had only met her briefly on several occasions, but the Vitis suspected that the leader might be busy, and so had not wished to trouble her with distracting conversations. Often she marveled at how Rosea managed the pack with only a couple years on her life, and perhaps that was where much of her respect originated. She herself was not made to lead in that way, and so she had never truly taken on such a role. Becoming Head Warrior was nothing like leading a pack. As such thoughts frequented her mind, the black female returned Slay’s smile. He looked well. She was glad to see the diamond male again after not seeing him for so long, and would have said so had Haku not begun to speak.
He introduced the situation, and the warrior was glad, briefly, that she had not followed her initial aspirations for becoming a hunter. Indeed she loved to hunt, for it was similar in many ways to war, but she never thought of herself as a provider, especially of pups. Such thoughts were fleeting as he continued, introducing the pups as Svara, the darker-hued pup, and Flayra, the white one. She awknowledge them only with a flick of an ear as the Lilium continued with his plan. She nodded as she listened, drawing it out in her head, playing several scenarios in her mind. He intended to hunt both a doe and buck; it would be a lot of work, but not necessarily impossible. She was about to respond when the pup Svara spoke first.
Cwmfen found it amusing, though not in a snide manner. This pup seemed to take some sort of liking towards the Lilium, for the little one gave different signals"Such lack of self control would only hinder us, pup," the woad warrior said quietly. Her voice was smooth and unmarred by hot emotions, and while her tone was nonthreatening, there was an indiscernible, yet dark undertone. The white orbs regarded the young wolf briefly, her gaze unreadable, before she returned her attention to the chocolate male. She did not know where such a dislike had originated or why it had. While the female was customarily a timid creature around others she did not know, she did not find it difficult to say what she felt needed to be said. She disliked children, especially ones that claimed to know all things and lack any control whatsoever. And while she did not know the story of this pup who most definitely did not belong to any adult present, the woad warrior found it hard to tolerate those who were not strong enough to overcome hardships—those of a mental nature.
"Are we to be organized according to aptitude?" she inquired. The black female thought back to her hunt with Slay, which had been the first—and so far only—hunt involving more than herself. He had suggested then that she be the one to chase the ungulate towards him, who lie in waiting to deliver the killing stroke at the neck. He was larger and stronger than she was, and she was quicker and more agile, so that particular tactic had worked quite well. As a creature of war, the female wondered whether such organization would be required in this particular hunt, and she suspected that Haku would understand the question without the need to clarify. She tried to think it through, finding that she rather liked his proposal, and began to organize the members in her mind. However, because she did not know the older male that had arrived, she wasn’t sure where to place him. Hopefully Haku would know, or the others perhaps, if such a thing were necessary.