01-25-2008, 12:43 PM
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There had once been a time when Storm and Jaded Shadows were connected by family lines. Such bonds were gone now, and the two packs were distant. Indeed, the Storm that Phoenix led was not the same Storm that he had joined. No one was still around from those days, which saddened the alpha to think the pack had lost most of its past. But Phoenix imagined Jaded Shadows had changed much as well, considering their former alpha was a wolf he held deep respect for, and their current one… not so much. It was amazing how much could change in just two years. The massive male rarely thought of himself as formidable-looking. He’d spent so much of his youth running from things trying to kill him that it was hard to get out of that frame of mind. He hadn’t even realized he was now one of the biggest things in this valley until others had pointed it out to him. Now, he was glad he was strong so he could protect his loved ones more effectively, but it wasn’t in his nature to look for trouble. Just so long as nobody crossed him or those in his family and/or pack, he held his strength in check. He had seen this gesture before, the shaking of hands when two wolves met for the first time. Phoenix personally thought it was an odd custom, but he didn’t want to seem rude so he obliged and grasped Kieran’s paw firmly, giving it a good shake but nothing overly hard. “You been a member of that pack long?” he asked. He couldn’t put his finger on the exact reason, but something told him this wolf was not a born native of the Bleeding Souls valley. Phoenix hadn’t been born here either, but he may as well have been—he felt like his life had truly not begun until that fateful day Gibraltar accepted him into Storm. |