To protect and serve; duties he had sworn to upon his initiation into the pack. Thel considered what this all meant. For the first time in his six years on this planet, he was a part of a pack. Organized wolves. Would it be brash to call them a family? Probably, considering that those of his station were not exactly welcomed with open arms. After only two days in AniWaya, Thel was growing suspicious of his new leader’s motives.
Still, he was muscle for hire and wasn’t ready to turn his back on his newfound home. Clearly something must had happened for the leader to need so much extra protection, and if the skills he had learned in the wild would earn him a relatively safe place to sleep, camaraderie (at least among the other guardians if none else), and regular meals, he would continue to lend his paw in policing the lands. There must have been some sort of dissention in the ranks for the leader to recruit so many… what Thel didn’t know is that the strife was not because of some rebel uprising percolating within, but from the one he had accepted as his leader and vowed to protect with his life.
Funny things, pack politics, he thought, and then promptly shrugged it off. After all, he had lived as a lone wolf for so long, it was entirely possible that he just did not have the capacity to understand how packs functioned.
“Ahh, nevermind,” he breathed as he eased himself down against a sun-soaked boulder. He leaned back, resting his broad gray shoulders against the smooth surface, and sighed in relief as the warmth against his shoulder blades and back eased cramped muscles. Who am I to question the ways of a pack I barely even know, he conceded. I’m happy as long as the venison keeps comin’.
A pacified smile crossed his features as he enjoyed this rare break from his duties. Before he came to AniWaya, his time was spent roaming alone, always watching his back. Now his time was spent patrolling and performing guard tasks, which was not much different than the life he was used to. Just now he could afford short respites like this one.
Feeling quite relaxed now, the optime Guardian glanced to the left and then right as a hand inched towards his crotch for a satisfying ball scratch.
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