04-30-2012, 11:45 AM
He looked over at Kampala, wondering what she meant. All like him? There were plenty of ways to describe him. Yes, they were all wolves. They all lived on four legs. He had already said that. Did she mean skittish of change like he was? Tharin hoped not. He might not be good with change, but he needed the alpha to be so he could adapt to the world around him, know what path to take. The question was clarified luckily. Unable to shift. He shook his head. Tharin was lucky, escaping the virus. Not everyone in his pack had, however. Some seemed to enjoy using their optime form, the benefits that it granted, but many were uncomfortable with it, struggling to accept this other part of them.
No. Many are infected by the virus. They simply chose to remain living the way they used to. Did that sound foolish? Perhaps. Tharin was glad they had however. He had only met one other wolf without the virus in this area. It made him feel lonely at times. If he hadn't found infected wolves that lived on four legs he was unsure how he would have managed. Maybe he would have been infected, choosing to become like them so he would have a pack and try to live with them that way. Maybe he would have continued to wander, ceaseless traveling. Tharin didn't know. He was just glad that he hadn't been forced to find out.
No. Many are infected by the virus. They simply chose to remain living the way they used to. Did that sound foolish? Perhaps. Tharin was glad they had however. He had only met one other wolf without the virus in this area. It made him feel lonely at times. If he hadn't found infected wolves that lived on four legs he was unsure how he would have managed. Maybe he would have been infected, choosing to become like them so he would have a pack and try to live with them that way. Maybe he would have continued to wander, ceaseless traveling. Tharin didn't know. He was just glad that he hadn't been forced to find out.