Bone Dry
Shard
03-02-2021, 08:31 PM
Naiche had more work to do now than he once had. Naiche was a general now! The word rang in his head with a note of pride. He had just turned two and already accomplished what he had set out to do, at least partially. The goal to grow strong and rise up wasn’t something that was ever really accomplished as to stop meant to grow weaker. Still, even if the main part of his job was training now he wouldn’t quit all of his patrols. Admittedly he was keeping to a walk for a portion of his patrol with his shoulders complaining on his recent misuse of them. He could smell spring was on the wind, no more stray snowflakes trying to make their way onto the land and the scent of ice no that made his nose tingle. As he moved on he saw a wolf farther in the pack land he had not met before. A glance past the border with a cautious eye as if someone might jump out now where it was fine before then turning to trot towards the stranger. The scent of the armada was on them and Naiche had to assume new and if not question why he hadn’t seen her before. Naiche stopped at a polite distance looking her over. She was an adult but small, around the same size as Asla in fact. Asla had more than proved small size didn’t have anything to do with how strong or weak a wolf was. Why was he thinking of Asla? “Hello,” a bit of formal courtesy towards this new wolf, “I wasn’t aware we had brought in some fresh blood, but its good to see.” He was certainly assuming she was new. “I’m Naiche, general for the armada.” Yah, it was even greater saying it than thinking it. "Naiche"
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