It never was so cold between us

Strelein von Rosnete · 01-01-2012, 07:49 AM

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Set at the borders for Matteo

The AniWayans had a new leader of sorts, and the presence of the other packs had all but disappeared. That was what the Dauphin had believed at least. He had not visited the tribe very much, and his visits had dropped significantly when the war had begun and he found his pack on tenterhooks. How the war had begun was none of their business, even though everyone really knew who was to blame. An inept leader, hungry for power and for obedience sought to destroy a neighboring pack for harboring fugitives from the oppressive rule. The family was not known to him, though several pack mates and those among the Dreamers had some form of a relationship with them. He had heard that one of them had passed away from an injury sustained from horse-back riding. After that, the redheaded man had no idea what had happened other than the war being won. If the family was alright, he had no clue, and he did not know if they had chosen to stay here after the loss of the family member. Regardless, ties between the packs was coming back, though everyone eyed each other warily. Mostly everyone watched AniWaya to make sure it still behaved itself.

Strel was not worried. The problem was eliminated and everyone was being terribly careful with themselves and relations. Strel was already careful enough, avoiding problems with other packs. Long ago, he might have enjoyed causing a ruckus for his own amusement. Now, anything he did could be seen as an act of war or insult. And some reacted in kind to these insults, potentially raining hell on the rest of the pack he represented. Damn decorum and image. He behaved as well as the rest, but now he had a mate and had a big role in his pack. Despite that, Strel still missed his promiscuous days and hours he could spend just working, drinking, and sleeping around. At the time he had felt alone and that all he was good for was those things. But now he had responsibility and he felt some regret at it all. But the Dauphin bit back all those things and bore them. Noss helped him bear it all, but sometimes he wanted to escape it all and enjoy himself again before age started to creep on him. For now, it was in the shadows. But it had watching eyes.

Escape was not possible, nor was rescue. Strel had wanted this privilege and now he was going to serve it well, even if sometimes it felt like too much. True, the war had been over by the time he had stepped up. Or almost over. But still. Patrolling and judgement and protecting and being fair could become like a chore, a duty riddled with lack of motivation. So Strel decided to leave the territory in his King's more than capable hands for a little while to visit other packs. First, he decided to head over to AniWaya, where he felt bringing a small stack of leather would not go amiss. He had stuffed the dried and stretched out leather into a satchel along with a small bottle of vodka traded from Freetown. Peace offerings, nothing more.

Long ago, he had a friend in AniWaya, Hemming, but that man was long since gone. Now, he had few friends in the tribe other than his mate's sister and her offspring. No one else was familiar to him and he knew no faces other than those of his family. Hopefully, he would run across someone in charge, as he was rather unaware of who it was. At the fence, the man paused, unsure of the etiquette. Sure, his pack had occupied the tribe, but that was no longer true. He couldn't just stroll into the pack and demand to see who was in charge.

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