03-22-2008, 11:03 PM
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How’s your computer coming? Had Phoenix’s psychic abilities been precognitive rather than telepathic, he wouldn’t have placed this burden on Pilot right before the poor lad was about to lose his mate. But if not him, then who? Skoll probably wouldn’t have been interested, and considering his tenuous reputation, that would have been a mistake. Moon, his oldest son, was too young for a role of magnitude. Anderung was probably the only other one in the pack old enough, but she was far too timid and hadn’t been around long enough. A leader needed to be brave and inspire confidence, which was exactly why he couldn’t lead himself right now. Nobody could put their confidence in a sick wolf. While Phoenix had grown into a sociable wolf in the recent years (he’d had to, in order to be a good leader) there were very few that he considered his close friends. Skoll and Pilot were definitely at the top of that list; he knew he could trust them with his life and vice versa. Opening his eyes, the temporarily-deposed alpha saw his successor wandering, seemingly aimlessly. Sensing something was amiss, Phoenix declared his presence atop the nearby boulder with a hoarse bark. “What’s wrong, son?” he asked, referring to their bond as in-laws only jokingly. Phoenix definitely didn’t look at Pilot as a subordinate child; if anything, he was like a brother. A little brother, but still a brother. “Have you been cryin’?” |