Let's Talk Politics!
08-18-2019, 11:14 AM
Valentine pressed a paw against his temple and closed his eyes in exasperation. It was then that a small voice piped up. The old king nodded, his eyes opening to annoyed slits and his gaze darting over to Lefty. "See," he said gruffly, arrogantly, his gaze riveted on his annoying little "companion" (something he refused to call her and something she loudly proclaimed whenever the opportunity arose). "The kid gets it. More or less." Finally he glanced at Theory. His gaze darted back to Lefty but then the girl's appearance registered and his eyes boomeranged back to Theory.
No doubt she was one of Rhyme's. She looked like him. Dark of coat and with the disappointing mix of under eye markings that spoke of Destruction blood. He was surprised she was so big. In his mind's eye Rhyme's kids were stuck as newborns since that was the last time he'd thought of them heavily. Only once had he scented them and that was when Tyrian had taken a tumble in the river and been rescued by Rhyme and company. Still, even with Tyrian's happy babbling about them, it hadn't registered with Valentine that Rhyme's kids were about the same age and thus the same size as his youngest litter. He'd been too busy being relieved his adventurous son was alright.
Valentine jerked his head towards Lefty and explained to Theory, "This little pain in the ass, though she lives in pack land, doesn't see how wolves are stronger because they live and work together. I say strong wolves make a strong pack and that enables them to do things solitary animals could never dream of."
Lefty, probably more interested in irking Valentine than actually have a spirited debate and/or changing anyone's mind, rolled her eyes and picked at her nails before shrugging and saying, "And what do you lose, hm? Freedom certainly. And you might get stuck with wolves you hate. Or useless ones who leave all the work for you."
"I will grant you," he said sourly, "That packs are limited to a range, but when was the last time you went anywhere, hm, on those stumpy legs of yours? How much do you really roam? And yes, you might be limited in the things you can and can't do, but that's why you should pick a pack - or make one - that shares your ideals."
He sniffed, then said, "As for useless ones, in my pack if you couldn't pull your weight," Or do something that pleased Valentine enough to foot the bill, "You were out on your ass."
WC: 427
TWC: 999
No doubt she was one of Rhyme's. She looked like him. Dark of coat and with the disappointing mix of under eye markings that spoke of Destruction blood. He was surprised she was so big. In his mind's eye Rhyme's kids were stuck as newborns since that was the last time he'd thought of them heavily. Only once had he scented them and that was when Tyrian had taken a tumble in the river and been rescued by Rhyme and company. Still, even with Tyrian's happy babbling about them, it hadn't registered with Valentine that Rhyme's kids were about the same age and thus the same size as his youngest litter. He'd been too busy being relieved his adventurous son was alright.
Valentine jerked his head towards Lefty and explained to Theory, "This little pain in the ass, though she lives in pack land, doesn't see how wolves are stronger because they live and work together. I say strong wolves make a strong pack and that enables them to do things solitary animals could never dream of."
Lefty, probably more interested in irking Valentine than actually have a spirited debate and/or changing anyone's mind, rolled her eyes and picked at her nails before shrugging and saying, "And what do you lose, hm? Freedom certainly. And you might get stuck with wolves you hate. Or useless ones who leave all the work for you."
"I will grant you," he said sourly, "That packs are limited to a range, but when was the last time you went anywhere, hm, on those stumpy legs of yours? How much do you really roam? And yes, you might be limited in the things you can and can't do, but that's why you should pick a pack - or make one - that shares your ideals."
He sniffed, then said, "As for useless ones, in my pack if you couldn't pull your weight," Or do something that pleased Valentine enough to foot the bill, "You were out on your ass."
WC: 427
TWC: 999
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.
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