Find Ourselves

It had been a long and busy day for Naiche. He had met several new faces, got a feel for the different members. The pack was better than any he had imagined being able to join, at least from what he had seen so far. One day was hardly enough to know all its secrets. What he had now was an image of what it appeared to be, with more time he would find out more. This was still far better than when he was alone.

Naiche had found a personal den, all he had needed was something that would keep him from rain, wind or other nasty weather. The one he found was nice, enough room he could sprawl out but small enough to help maintain it as cooler in the upcoming summer and warmer when winter would show up. Naiche lay down, imagining how he would grow stronger with determination he would do so quickly. As long as he could find time and someone to train with he would do so. It was imperative to never mess up and fail the pack. Naiche never wanted to see that result again.

Naiche heard the howl only a minute after laying down. The moderate sized would wolf stood back up straight away and left the den. Naiche left the den with a long flowing trot. He wasn't running but he certainly wasn't taking his time either. It wouldn't do to keep the warlord waiting. The beach - Naiche expected he would enjoy that view for a good period of time, it fascinated him. Once more feeling rather small he slowed his stride as he neared and then stopped standing near Sirius. "Sirius," that respectful acknowledgement of greeting. "What is it you wish?" This part was more awkward on words to say. In his band it had been family, mother and father and a lot more relaxed. Formality was expected in tone but the best choice of words, well he was working on that. Could he sound too formal or too relaxed? There were sure to be extremes on both.