[/html]Alder looked over and watched Trent’s face as he asked about the virus. He was generally nervous, that the Marshal could read clearly. But when he spoke the question there was something a bit deeper hidden behind the fur that covered his eyes. Even in his tone, Alder could hear the hints of hesitation and even…unhappiness. The Lieutenant rarely spoke as much as he had been in a single conversation, though this felt a bit different for the things that Trent needed to hear were not just casual small talk. Alder only got into conversations such as this with his mother, the only one he felt comfortable enough with.
He didn’t know the science of it, their biology was spoken not written and so he could only tell Trent what he himself had been told. I was born with it, others are bitten… Some think it’s in the blood, others say… any sort of… fluid. he said with obvious hesitation. The other question he could not answer. He didn’t know why it had happened to Trent, and not until now Alder had never met someone who thought that being as Alder had been born was something negative. Yes it hurt at first, but as Alder had explained with practice it was as natural as breathing. Easily influenced by other’s emotions Alder began to feel the same shame and insecurity that Trent did. He didn’t like the feeling.
It brought him comfort to return to the topic of the pack, and he thought that perhaps if Trent saw that the Optime form could bring him convenience and a new sense of life, he wouldn’t find it something to be unhappy about. The Court was the perfect place for that, with all the horses that he could learn to ride – for that was Alder first thought the majority of the time – as well as the crafting he could learn. But Trent could come to know those things in Alder' s good friend Anann’s pack. As well as in Crimson Dreams. The meek, quiet pack lands of the Dreams might suit the coywolf’s demeanor best. It would be up to Trent in the end…
As long as you show respect, and call for a member to escort you… They are friendly. In this region they are, at least. AniWaya, has had a change of leadership recently. This Summer my pack as well as my mothers pack, Crimson Dreams, went to war with them because of their old leader. Thankfully there is peace between us now. Alder thought a moment, figuring their location and then continued. Crimson Dreams is about straight south of here, if you say you know Anu’s son Alder… you shouldn’t have a problem. Alder gave a small smile, but didn’t reach for a glance at the male. After the other’s weary looks away, Alder knew better. Another, east, is Casa di Cavalieri. They are warriors, and train others to fight… for good causes. He added.
Then there is the Court, you can always just call for me. And I can show you around. He smiled once more, a crooked thing that hung on his lips hopefully. He watched the fire, glancing up only to see that Hawthorn had lingered close again. Dozing where he stood.