The Suffering Game
In truth Pari wasn't totally sure what was expected of her right now; she had been told to comply and she had. She'd not been given anything else to do thus far, instead she'd remained cowering in the location the'd been left; a slight divot in the rough stone mountain side, it made a natural shallow bowl that she easily fit into. Pari had dared not move too far, dared not to try and find herself shelter; no she'd remain where she was for the time being, until she was told to do otherwise. Pari knew that this was her new home; that she had a purpose again but she wasn't used to being surrounded by so many wolves. She had no point of reference for packs, all of her previous masters had been loners either preferring a select group of close friends and slaves or being mostly isolated except for her; as the old man had been. So far she'd been mostly ignored, though she still cowered as each of the strangers passed by her shallow hollow. "Speak only when spoken too", Think only of the pack |
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Living around a volcano almost didn't make sense to him. Merit spent his time staring at the top of the volcano for a short while, inspecting the ash that lay upon the ground. Then again it was also a smart move. Wolves would avoid the mountain easily seeing as they would be too afraid. Memorize the area and you had the advantage over the enemy. Then again that was safe to say for any sort of home terf. Regardless he let the thought pass and his paws carried him across the ground. Others passed by, settling themselves within the newly created pack the same as he was trying to do. Trying to get used to the thought of the alpha himself being his absentee father. Curious as to what his brothers were going to do. After all they were important to him and Bellum had asked about his mother. Once these thoughts had subsided, Merit stopped at an odd sight. The hefty thick male would come to a halt, his red eyes moving over to see a cowering girl frightened of her own wits. His only guess was it was one of the lambs then again he was making assumptions as to her posture and the scars that littered her body. Necessary in their pack life they were goods as any other, living fodder to be treated well as long as they obeyed. Merit weighed for a moment the choice to stop and talk to her, before finally with a flick of his ear he turned to the female. "Do you need any food, water?" Merit asked. He wasn't sure what else to ask. She could be parched, nobody was particularly paying attention to her and he didn't know if she could take care of herself. After all, everyone needed to be fed and he'd have no trouble going out to find her something to eat. Regardless he stared at her straight in the eyes and waited for an answer coolly. Walk, "Talk" Think |