Finding A Friend

*Sarak* · 07-17-2013, 06:10 PM

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Sarak

Sarak wasn?t oblivious to that new gleam in Azalea?s eyes, and he wondered what kind of ?secret mission? she would be hauling him out on next. Her next words brought a look of complete puzzlement to his face, brow points scrunching together, and one ear pulling back as he wondered what a merwolf was. He couldn?t figure it out, so he asked. ?A? Merwolf?? The query was clear in the tone of the words.

Apparently, whatever a merwolf was, it was amusing, because she looked like something was tickling her nose, and then she started laughing. Her next words had him tilting his head, the other ear drooping slightly. ?I would never bite you. You would beat me up too easily.? He wasn?t joking there, he highly suspected she could rub his ass all of the ground in a spar or fight. That did bring his mind around to the fact that he needed to learn how to fight. A runner or messenger was no use if he got killed in the journey.

It seemed she had turned to sober thoughts as well. With her next words she seemed to come to worry. He could understand that. He knew her family meant everything to her, and losing them this way would devastate her. How did one comfort a female if she lost someone? In his birth pack, death was a regular occurrence. You either died or you lived. And you fought to live. If you wanted a high rank, you proved yourself by clawing and killing your way to the top. And then you had to defend that hard won rank. And in a pack full of ambitious murderers, the fighting was constant. A lot of the members in that pack had more scars from their own comrades than from enemy wolves.

At least here, if he wanted a rank worth mentioning, he could earn it through hard work and could be respected if he reached that rank. But he wanted no rank. Not yet at least. He jerked his mind back to he present. ?I?m sure they are fine.?

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