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Alder was one that could wear his heart on his sleeve; he wanted to connect so badly that he would try as had as he could to give himself to the other wolf. Yes, Alder was indeed fearful. He was nervous that he would be hurt and that he would be left by those that he cared about, but it still tried to be friends with those he met. It was not just the way he was raised, his brothers stronger then he was. But they were all gentlemen, remembering the words spoke by their dam and taking them to heart. But Alder didn’t know what would bring the other male out of his shell and tried to put himself in their other’s paw prints. What would Alder want if he were in that position? Space to breathe…
He nodded, Yes. He is our leader. All the packs had different ways to call their leaders, and different ranks and jobs for their members. The way Crimson Dreams was ordered compared to the Court was very different. His favorite part of the Court was his title as Marshal; though he was still al Lieutenant Alder favored his co-rank more then anything.
Trent’s voice was unlike something Alder had yet to hear from the male. It brought am instant smile on his face. Hunting was a paramount ability, and would grant him an invitation to any pack of his choice. Most leaders will like to hear that you can help the pack. You’ll be a good addition. Alder smiled, then poked at the dwindling fire. Did you leave home to find a mate and have a family? Alder didn’t know why he asked that, having been happy with the conversation moving away from females and mates. But he knew there wasn’t just one way to have a family. Alder thought of his sister, and her mate. The two females were so much in love that Alder had yet to see another couple that even came close.
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