Custom Concern

The night was warm but a cool breeze bent the mangrooves and above me a canopy of verdis green twinkled in the moonlight and shook in unison against the force. One could hear the creatures stir in their nests, their movements no louder than the whisper of the leaves as they rattled. I detected the girl a short while before she came into sight, yet I remained in the deep shade below the mangroove with the wind tugging at my obsidian pelt and twisting the tendrils where the cool fingers of air caught on. I could have been part of the jungle trunk I rested against would my cerulean eyes not give me away in the moonlit night. I exhaled and allowed the whine that had escaped me to float away into nothing. There was only silence now. Except for the distant foot falls and breaths of the wolf headed my way. Her scent was familiar from scouting the territory but the most prominent of the scents that marked the border. It was likely she was the one who frequented the land's end most.


When I saw her I felt my body quiver. She was a being like none I had seen before. Her rust colored pelt was nearly maroon in the night and the pale strip of cream across her brows glowed like a queenly tiara in the night light. I was almost certain that she was not real. But the presence was so strong and so convincing that I was forced to trust myself. I was able to better examine her unique features the nearer she became and I was soon struck by the lavender eyes that stared from her feminine mug. I found myself standing as she approached and moistened my nose with a quick swipe of the tongue and met the alphess at the brim of the shade and dipped in a low bow before her. This was a true leader and I would treat her with respect one deserved.


My name is De. I replied. It was difficult to read what body language was offered. Though the alphess was guarded, she was also friendly and there was no judgment that I could find in her behavior or expressions. You could say that. I addressed the question with a gentle but toothsome smile, the expression almost coy. A slightly exasperated breath stretched and contracted between my ribs as I attempted to find comfortable and confident footing in the conversation. I have traveled for a long time. I found myself saying, balancing myself on my overly calloused pads. For years now I have been searching for a home for myself and my mate. Her hardened personality has made pack life a difficult lifestyle to obtain. Her heart is hard and because if it she has been with sickness for the past couple of years. I will not lie to you. She will not be an asset to your pack. She will not interact with others. She will not hunt. She has nothing to offer. But I know that I am strong and I am willing to take up the responsibilities she will not be able to fulfill as a member, as well as fulfilling my own if you choose to have us. I know we have just met, and that such conversation is serious for two strangers to have but if you will tell me your name, perhaps we can talk and learn more about one another?" Gullible as it seemed, I believed honesty was important. It reflected a responsible and strong character. There had been many hardships in my life but I would not let them sicken me as Laxago did, and I would give her what I could for the role she has played in my life.