09-22-2012, 04:35 PM
Einarr frowned, he’d been looking at an ever darkening sky. It promised to be a particularly foul day, but when the wind started tugging at his mane, the day took on an ominous tone. The Secui could smell a storm coming, but despite his age, he was passed nerves and concern. Fear could be a good energiser, but allow it to control your thoughts and there was no way you’d survive. Of course, he was a newcomer to these lands, so his knowledge of them was limited, so perhaps he would just have to make the best of an unfavourable situation. The sound that managed to travel upon the wind was the unfamiliar, and yet authoritative call of his leader, she had saved him the arduous task of finding somewhere, which might not have been as favourable, and this way he would get to make the acquaintance of the leader of his new family, so with the sure footing of a soldier, he made his way in the direction of the dying echoes.
The safe place was easy to find, as he reached the entrance he almost felt the pressure drop, his ears popping, and he shook his head to try and clear the uncomfortable feeling. That done, the grizzled grey wolf loped into the place and looked around. There were three pack mates in there, and perhaps another wolf wouldn’t know who the leader was, but for Einarr she wasn’t hard to spot. The optime vixen had appeared to have the confidence of authority, her copper pelt almost seemed to glow, aided as it was by the silvery undercoat. Einarr lowered himself.
”Alpha.” He knew the term was different, but the honorific had felt so much more appropriate, perhaps it was the traditions of his own pack. ”My strength, and my life are yours and the pack’s” The words were spoken in an almost ritualistic fashion, his voice did not give away a single iota of his thoughts or feelings. It might seem he was emotionless, but that wasn’t the case, he merely was very good at guarding his own counsel. Greetings given to the greatest in station, Einarr turned and nodded to the other two individuals in the cavern. A female cowered, the smell of fear lying thickly upon her, her striking yellow and off white pelt making her stand out starkly against the backdrop of the cavern, and another male whose unkempt appearance was refreshing to see in a world that seemed to have so many well coiffured creatures. The elk-skin bag was jarring to see, Einarr should be used to seeing such things, but no matter how much he saw it, it still felt strange. Addressing the three wolves he spoke, his tone level, deep and with the hint of a bards tongue, but there was no lilting cadence, just the gruff practicality of one used to keeping his heart close to his chest.
”I am Einarr, recently arrived in these lands and to the pack, it appears that the elements wish send creatures scrambling.”
The safe place was easy to find, as he reached the entrance he almost felt the pressure drop, his ears popping, and he shook his head to try and clear the uncomfortable feeling. That done, the grizzled grey wolf loped into the place and looked around. There were three pack mates in there, and perhaps another wolf wouldn’t know who the leader was, but for Einarr she wasn’t hard to spot. The optime vixen had appeared to have the confidence of authority, her copper pelt almost seemed to glow, aided as it was by the silvery undercoat. Einarr lowered himself.
”Alpha.” He knew the term was different, but the honorific had felt so much more appropriate, perhaps it was the traditions of his own pack. ”My strength, and my life are yours and the pack’s” The words were spoken in an almost ritualistic fashion, his voice did not give away a single iota of his thoughts or feelings. It might seem he was emotionless, but that wasn’t the case, he merely was very good at guarding his own counsel. Greetings given to the greatest in station, Einarr turned and nodded to the other two individuals in the cavern. A female cowered, the smell of fear lying thickly upon her, her striking yellow and off white pelt making her stand out starkly against the backdrop of the cavern, and another male whose unkempt appearance was refreshing to see in a world that seemed to have so many well coiffured creatures. The elk-skin bag was jarring to see, Einarr should be used to seeing such things, but no matter how much he saw it, it still felt strange. Addressing the three wolves he spoke, his tone level, deep and with the hint of a bards tongue, but there was no lilting cadence, just the gruff practicality of one used to keeping his heart close to his chest.
”I am Einarr, recently arrived in these lands and to the pack, it appears that the elements wish send creatures scrambling.”