01-22-2008, 08:53 PM
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Having a community den was by no means an old custom or a pack mainstay. Rather, it was a sudden measure instated after a natural disaster to improve the pack’s chances of surviving what would soon become harsher conditions. An avalanche had torn through their home a few week ago, leaving them without a good part of their main hunting grounds. Plus there was the threat of another avalanche at any time, as well as the river flooding when all that snow melted. Some members weren’t adjusting to the change as well as the others, but Phoenix remained optimistic that they would grow closer from this experience. He wondered if there were any real set traditions in the valley, really. With everybody coming and going much of its traditions and history was now lost. Phoenix knew so little if the generations of Storm that came before him, which was what had inspired him to leave this memento for their descendents in the first place. He didn’t know how many connections Jaded Shadows had to their own past, but the affairs of other packs mattered little to him—Jaded Shadows in particular. Phoenix didn’t see destruction when he ventured into the ruins. Instead, he saw adventure and mystery, and even memories of his children, two of whom he’d found in a house and adopted. But since he was not as familiar with the human race as others were, he was not as attached to them and was bereft of grief for a race not his own, especially one that had killed itself off. Still, there was almost always something exciting to be found amongst the last vestiges of their society. “How’d y’get up there, anyway?” the Stormster asked. |