What's the Worst That I Can Say?

*Ashiel* · 01-11-2018, 07:34 PM

Ashiel listened quietly as the alpha spoke of the raid and of vengeance. He was intent on listening, gleaning as much information as he could, carefully filing it away for later use. His mother was the chattier sort. She indulged mortals out of a sense of amusement. Ashiel doubted his mother saw this man as any sort of friend or ally. Rather she was fishing about to see what use she could get out of him and he sincerely doubted the family would be enthused about training with mortals. Of course his mother did believe everyone had a use to the Abraxas even if it was just dropping them off cliffs for familial amusement. Ashiel was still trying to decide how he felt about the whole 'mortal' situation. He supposed in some ways he did agree with his mother. Most of the mortals he'd met had something to offer or some wisdom to be gleaned. Gleaming specks of usefulness buried in all that mud. So Ashiel tried to emulate her. Dragon was a leader, surely he had some wisdom to offer the ambitious youth.

Ashiel listened quietly and nodded where appropriate. Dragon was banking on past deeds being enough to keep the packs respect, at least long enough until he had an heir. All of it seemed like quite a risk to Ashiel. What if less scrupulous characters found out about the alpha's weakness? Would they set upon Talis? What of this Celestial? Though Dragon seemed confident he could find new and innovative ways to fight and this caught his interest. He'd never met a blind wolf and did not know how they could manage to fight but maybe Dragon did have some idea. "Thank you, for your answer." Ashiel would love to see how a blind wolf fought. Moving next to his mother they made their way toward the castle.

-exit-

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