02-13-2008, 11:08 AM
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| In many ways, Tamerlane wasn't a fan of the sentimentality behind the practicalities. On one hand, it made so much sense for them to stick together; the pack could only grow stronger if they bonded and remained physically close to one another as well as personally, and them sleeping under the same roof was evidently safer with regards to the unyielding Winter weather. On the other hand, Tamerlane could not escape his character; he was a loner and had not learnt how to escape reclusive attitudes. However, it was something he could respect even if he wasn't a part of it. The sentimentality was decidedly warming; even next to the flickering red fire that stroked the damp fur of the girl they had teamed together in order to rescue. The words of the Storm wolves were fond and good-natured, and at face value and beyond they seemed wholly together. It was not true that Tamerlane felt one hundred percent accepted by the pack, and it was not true that he had a lot in common with them. But one thing held true, even if other things didn't: He liked it here. |