02-06-2010, 12:49 AM
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They shared the same thought, that Haku was without a doubt stirring up his own pack with every plan to attack. It would only be a matter of days until Hezekiah found some of those wolves at the door, dismantling the visual border that they had put up for even the dumbest of creatures to read. There was ever a mixture of emotion that bubbled inside of the yearling; he couldn’t determine if it was fear or excitement, or a forming dread that loomed as darkly on the horizon as a storm. If there was one emotion he could say that he had pinned down, it was that he was nervous.[/html]
“I’ve never fought in a war before,” he said to her, quieter than his previous statement. “Do they happen a lot here?” It seemed like most of the creatures at the pack meeting were some sort of fighters. There were a few who reminded him of the role that his father had. The ones that filled the niche of leisure things, not necessarily a necessity by any means. Everyone seemed to contribute, from what he could tell, which put a pressure on Hezekiah to contribute beyond his vigilance. That pressure was greater when he thought himself in comparison to his peers.