Know Your History

Nelu listened quietly as he often did, taking in the history lesson and trying to place it into his memory. Iolaire spoke of a mountainous land called Romania where the Carpathian wolves originated. She spoke of Jyrric and Steera who had overthrown the Aegis, stating that the first Carpathians were not good wolves. Apparently Jyrric didn't think much of women ruling and assigned the role to his blood-thirsty son, Morro, rather than his daughter Resin. Then a Carpathian pup, Bala, went missing.

"Ms. Iolaire. What is it about them specifically that made them 'not good'? The shortcomings they spoke of to their pack of the Aegis, were these lies?" He hadn't grasped what the older wolf meant by venom, at first. It seemed only logical to displace a weak leader, but spreading false hoods was certainly not good. "The smallest pup… were they killed?" His expression was neutral, gazing straight ahead at their teacher. Nelu couldn't explain why he jumped to that conclusion. Perhaps it was his continuing quest to mark desirable vs undesirable traits. What were traits worthy of a good wolf, a good Carpathian, and which ones needed to be cast aside.