The Fruits of Our Labor

Jaden Ohanzee · 09-12-2012, 03:02 AM

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Proud and tall would have been a fitting description of the Issum as he watched his pack slowly assemble from the heart of Sangi’lak. It was a fitting metaphor, to say they came from the land’s heart for like blood within a body each of them gave it life. Without every member of the pack this land was not but a wolf marked piece of wilderness. What made it Sangi’lak were the individuals of this family. Their mark upon the other packs was little but pride and even a bit of excitement for the future filled him looking upon the faces of his family.

The first of them to show was Sira. She was a pleasant little thing even being non-wolf blooded and he admired her punctuality. Jaden saw her as a bit weak but that couldn’t truly be helped with her size and the condition she had first met him in. That view was slowly improving as she seemed to hold a determination in her for all that was stacked against her in this land of large wolves. She still had her kitten and the little thing didn’t really bother him. It seemed a bit unnecessary and useless but it was young. In time it would grow into something. He nodded to her with warmth in his blue eyes.

The next to show was a man Jaden had truly only heard about until now. Asgeir, as he assumed from his scent and description he’d gotten of the wolf, was to be thanked for the work he’d done to ensure Sangi’lak had a place to house its animals. Now didn’t seem a fitting time to do so with more pressing matters to attend to and a growing audience, but he made a note to do it some time. The Issum really did need to make time to meet all of the land’s members. He nodded to Asgeir in greeting but it wasn’t with the same warmth he’d given the Jackal. To the semi-stranger it was more formal though still kind.

He felt a little uneasy realizing that there would be a few faces here he only knew of by name and smell. But the appearance of two he did recognize insured him that he was keeping somewhat true to his duties as a leader. Rain and Valtiere were both greeted with warmth. To the latter he returned a respectful nod. To Rain he offered words reassurance about the gifted bow and a polite dismissal, The bow is working quite well. If only I could master it, it would be as dangerous in my paws as yours. We shale speak of practice after the meeting, his voice offered notes of happiness for Jaden truly did look forward to practicing with the other male. It wasn’t often that he found another with more skill in archery than himself.

The last two members to show in a timely manner were on either end of the extremes Jaden held in like and dislike of fellow pack members. First was the Lambda. Even after spending much more time than he ever would have naturally with the difficult fellow he still wasn’t sure he could call him a “friend”. Family seemed a fitting description for their relationship. It was necessary for the pack though would have NEVER worked out without this catalyst. It was clear to Jaden that one of them would have to change before they could ever truly see eye-to-eye. Who would change first was still up to time, but Jaden felt sure he could make X’ies change if it came to that.

Then there was his Issor. Words could not describe all the happiness he found in her. Just her presence put a smile across his maw and sent his tail into a pleased sway. She spoke up as she entered, followed closely by her charge. Jaden gave the Zeus little notice as he watched his beloved intently and listened to her speak. He had called this meeting but was glad to her hear her take initiative and direct it in the proper direction. Her beautiful voice held far more allure to listen to than his own in his opinion. It was also pleasing to hear that she had come to much the same conclusion regarding their relationships as he had. How she spoke of Vinátta was a bit more blunt than the Issum he had thought of them but hearing it from her reassured him that she spoke of his true feelings as they should be toward the difficult pack.

With the mention of an enemy practically sharing a border with Sangi’lak, Jaden did recall an observation he had made a day or to prior. For their growing numbers, few of them he knew of could truly hold their ground in a battle of tooth and claw. He was sure all of them had some experience in fighting. It was simply part of life. But he expected more of his pack. Those that were able should not just be able to hold their own in a scuffle but should have the skill to crush any regular wolf into the dust. Most of them had the potential and every single one of them could be deadly if taught the correct skill to suit their ability. His expectation seemed worth voicing and so he did. It went without saying that he understood his Issor so he gave time for the others to affirm their understanding before speaking, As your Issor said, while Vinátta is unwelcome on our boarder do not bother to look for trouble with them. Not only are they unworthy of our direct attention, but open hostilities less than a mile from our boarder would waste much time and energy. Though, do not assume our ‘neighbors’ share this reasonable outlook. Every one of you is expected to stay vigilant in your training. Not all of us are warriors but those who are will gladly help the less combat-experienced members should they ask. He nodded to Rain, not only knowing the man had plenty to share but to also make an example of “those who are” in himself and the sensible white male.

Sangi'lak. Pack. Table.

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