Augustus’ muzzle widened into a genuine smile and he nodded at the other’s words. He felt more confident around this wolf as each moment passed, no longer hiding away the marred side of his face. He faced him straight on, and soon his charcoal ears perked with news of another like them, untainted. “A female?” His brows furrowed. I’ve yet to meet one, here. What was her name? He decided not to comment on his mention of pups. They were strange beings to him, tiny, far too fragile for his liking, and they were more trouble than they were worth. His Ciara longed for pups, but whenever the thought crossed his mind he could not shake the image of the black pup, with his father’s amber eyes. He shook his head roughly. The black whelp was only a figment of his imagination, a shadow and a threat of the influence his father still had on him to this very day.
The tundra wolf was granted clarity with the motion and he was able to focus on Tharin once again. The male’s stance widened protectively and Augustus cocked his head at the seemingly random behavior. He dismissed it when he felt his brother’s nudge and his tail followed suit in a slow, leisurely wag. He nodded at his mention of sickness. I see. He replied quietly, allowing a brief lowering of his head in respect for the grief the tawny wolf felt.
Another smile graced his black lips as Tharin agreed to submit to his teachings. It was his wish to see his pack grow strong. He and Ciara were their only Epsilons, the only defenders the pack had, and though some of the other males possessed some skill, they had other things to do. The saddled male thrived in the rank of Epsilon, rather than seeking to climb the hierarchy further. He was not ambitious, and knew others could lead far better than him, but that did not prevent a shadow of doubt to cross his mind every now and again. It was common knowledge that he was if not the largest, one of the largest males in the pack, and he was not even a shifter. The day Augustus became a Luperci (and unbeknownst to him the fated day was drawing nearer and nearer with every breath he took.), would be the day that all would be confirmed. But that day had not yet come.
I am glad to hear, brother He gazed upon the lands in which they stood now. It was not as clear as he’d like and he began to trot away, pausing to gaze back over his shoulder. Come, we will need space for this. He stopped only when they came to a clearing.
He waited for the other wolf to join him, before speaking. Fighting is not unlike hunting. He began, watching the tawny brute carefully. You must first read your target, look for any weakness that you can exploit, anything that may give you the upper paw. He paused, to ensure Tharin was following his words.
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