10-10-2011, 06:25 PM
Drizzt watched as the woman shifted her stance and crossed her, her demeanor showing him her annoyance. He wanted no trouble from this pack, as he had already made an enemy in Aniwaya, and he tried to be cautious about upsetting the woman. His hand clasped each other behind his back as she informed him of the new packs name, and morals. The Russian pondered over these words, as he had truly spoken to a wolf of their packs ideals. According to this woman, they were establishing a pack that would be centered around maintaining peace, which the assassin found to be nothing more than false hope. The southern pack, Crimson Dreams, had found that out the hard way.
He nodded his head, acknowledging the woman’s words. “Your pack sounds like it has an admirable set of morals it seems… Mt name is Drizzt, and I have no allegiance to any pack.” The man put a hand up to run his fingers through his hair, wishing more wolves would follow these morals. “Could you tell me more about this pack here? Ichika No Ho-en? And perhaps what happened to the two packs from the southern territories that have gone missing?”
Drizzt had noticed the absence of Dahlia de Mai, and of Phoenix Valley. Though he had not visited either packs, he had found their old pack lands, with weakened, nearly non-existent scent borders. His mind had entertained the thought that both packs had wiped each other out, but had seen no signs of such a large scale war. He waited patiently for the woman’s reply, and wondered whether or not she would even choose to respond to his questions.
He nodded his head, acknowledging the woman’s words. “Your pack sounds like it has an admirable set of morals it seems… Mt name is Drizzt, and I have no allegiance to any pack.” The man put a hand up to run his fingers through his hair, wishing more wolves would follow these morals. “Could you tell me more about this pack here? Ichika No Ho-en? And perhaps what happened to the two packs from the southern territories that have gone missing?”
Drizzt had noticed the absence of Dahlia de Mai, and of Phoenix Valley. Though he had not visited either packs, he had found their old pack lands, with weakened, nearly non-existent scent borders. His mind had entertained the thought that both packs had wiped each other out, but had seen no signs of such a large scale war. He waited patiently for the woman’s reply, and wondered whether or not she would even choose to respond to his questions.