[/html]He was happy to hear that she wished to follow, and she indeed walked behind and then beside him. She was a bit smaller the he, but he was the middle-sized son of their leader and held a bit of beef from his wolf blood. Never had Oak considered himself an impressive form, but he found it useful for he could hunt well and fulfill the pack’s needed tasks with his stamina and strength.
Oak met the axe he had bore into the face of the tree, and with a easy yank he pulled it free and let it settle in his hand at his side. It was deadly, though he had not practiced with it in the art of combat, and he made the conscious choice to keep the blade down and close to the ground. All the while the russet male listened, eager to know that she was not just a pretty face but a skilled mind and body as well.
Where did you receive this training? He asked, curiosity getting the better of him. But before she could answer he continued, Crimson Dreams needs protectors, and hunters. But we are a peaceful family. We defend when we must, but we farm, trade, and hunt as our means for living. My mother is a leader here, the Praetor, and though she may not look it.. She does not tolerate Dreamers stirring up trouble with other packs. That was the warning that he was to give all those that came to their borders. She nor Savina would stand beside a member that wished to start problems with other packs.
It’s a good place to grow up in. A place to find yourself. Oak added, his tone a bit more casual and returning to the relaxed state he previously held.
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