I only doggy paddle
09-27-2015, 12:42 PM
"Hm," he mused thoughtfully, his eyes momentarily rolling heavenward. "I don't have a whole lot to compare it to." At least he recognized that much. "But I think we're kind of a strict pack. My dad doesn't like soft packs or people. Says that's "coddling the weak" or something like that, so no one in the pack is allowed to be weak. Everyone's gotta be their best and they have to work together because cohesion," he could hear his father saying the word, could remember the heated rant that had filled their patrol that day, "Makes us strong and the strong thrive." In their lessons his father was fond of reminding him that the weak were meant to serve the strong. "Honor's real big in my pack and it's something everyone's expected to defend. I guess that's kind of a custom, settling disputes and defending honor with fights." His brow furrowed in thought. "Is Abaven different?" Of course he knew where she was from. Her pack scent was all over her and it was a smell he'd encountered many times with Rhythm and her niece going to and from the pack regularly. |
