12-29-2010, 09:44 PM
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Hai!
Belle seemed calm enough where she stood grazing, reins fastened to a slightly naked tree sticking out of the snow. Dawali sat on an empty satchel and waited, restless. He was told that the new pack, Anathema, was nearby somewhere to the east, as well. The Chief had long regretted his weak and fraying relationship with the packs far to the north of his own territories, and since spring he had contemplated a diplomatic trek. He sat here, now, still quite uncertain about this clan, though he had met with Kaena thrice. Still, she was only one face among the dwellers that claimed the title "Inferni", and he was not at all certain that he would be welcomed by them as a whole, just because he would be welcomed by Kaena. He had not boldly approached their borders and called, this time, for this time his goal was not as selfless. This time, he stopped well outside their borders and made no call; he could only wait until one of them smelled him on their patrol route and decided to check him out. AniWaya would get along for a week or so without him while he traveled. His plan was thus; he would travel to the farthest north first, and as he made his way back contact each of the packs. The three northernmost packs were the ones with the weakest link to them, diplomatically, and Dawali sought to change that, to strengthen them. Who could say no to a Chief seeking a supply trade?
The satchels held many things, but one held his own stuff, and the red wolf had quickly taken some pieces of cloth from one of them and continued the weaving of a half-finished carpet he'd brought along. It was crude, but it was for the stables, so it was not a problem. His fingers grew stiff in the winter, and the old wolf shuddered where he sat, trying to amuse himself as he awaited attention from someone.
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Hai!
Belle seemed calm enough where she stood grazing, reins fastened to a slightly naked tree sticking out of the snow. Dawali sat on an empty satchel and waited, restless. He was told that the new pack, Anathema, was nearby somewhere to the east, as well. The Chief had long regretted his weak and fraying relationship with the packs far to the north of his own territories, and since spring he had contemplated a diplomatic trek. He sat here, now, still quite uncertain about this clan, though he had met with Kaena thrice. Still, she was only one face among the dwellers that claimed the title "Inferni", and he was not at all certain that he would be welcomed by them as a whole, just because he would be welcomed by Kaena. He had not boldly approached their borders and called, this time, for this time his goal was not as selfless. This time, he stopped well outside their borders and made no call; he could only wait until one of them smelled him on their patrol route and decided to check him out. AniWaya would get along for a week or so without him while he traveled. His plan was thus; he would travel to the farthest north first, and as he made his way back contact each of the packs. The three northernmost packs were the ones with the weakest link to them, diplomatically, and Dawali sought to change that, to strengthen them. Who could say no to a Chief seeking a supply trade?
The satchels held many things, but one held his own stuff, and the red wolf had quickly taken some pieces of cloth from one of them and continued the weaving of a half-finished carpet he'd brought along. It was crude, but it was for the stables, so it was not a problem. His fingers grew stiff in the winter, and the old wolf shuddered where he sat, trying to amuse himself as he awaited attention from someone.