Scared of myself

*Naiche* · 09-11-2020, 10:47 PM

Naiche was tired of waiting for the pangolin to keep up, so now it was riding on his back as he trotted along the permiter stopping on occasion to sniff at something before moving on. This really was home now, he knew the land as well as if he had always been here. The familiar and welcome scents, and the varying scents of the different wolves in the pack. Naiche took another sniff at the air at that very thought. Apparently he still had a few wolves to meet.

“Hold on Pan, but not too tight.” Last thing Naiche wanted was the pangolin’s claws cutting into his skin, but it rested its hands gently on his head, using its tail to wrap around a good portion of Naiche’s neck instead. The pangolin had been with him for well over a week now and it still looked freakishly weird to Naiche. The creature held on good though as Naiche picked up speed to follow the scent until he spotted the wolf. It had the armada scent on it, but was certainly not someone he’d met.

As Naiche got closer and he could get a better focused scent of the underlying tones he smelled a hint of fear in there as well. Disgusting. Fear was for the weak and weak did not belong in his pack. Naiche pulled his ears back in irritation, and only once he could pull them up straighter and hide the irritation did he move forward. “Are you new?” The question had a formal sort of politeness to it. He could have missed meeting some of the other armada wolves, but would any experienced wolves look as she did? The expressions on her face didn’t lift his spirits of a strong wolf. “What’s wrong?” It wasn’t a question of compassion, just a blunt limited tolerance request for information.

The wheat-colored wolf glanced towards the willows for a few seconds before back at her. He could feel Pan shifting on top of his head and neck for a better view of the willows. It wanted to go climb tree’s and hunt ants over there no doubt. Naiche’s tail was still working at regrowing fur near the base and had a bit of a dent shape in it, it was kept down low as much as it could.
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