Tired of Being Lonely

As Aislin sat comfortably, Qanik expressed how she was also new to the lands and that her pack had fallen apart. The distance from them was in attempts to not be known and forgotten. In this, Aislin could understand if the pack fell apart, but at the same time, she her feelings didn't sway to care about it. The same thing had happened to her, and it had been forgotten later on. Aislin wasn't one to dwell on past things, and Qanik wasn't either it seemed. Then Qanik asked the same of Aislin, if pack life had forced her into a rogue status, or she chose it on her own. Aislin had to think for a moment to draw the old memories she had put away for a reason.

"I actually chose it for my own. The pack I resided in thought it was good enough to be together and just.. be. Nothing special in life happened, no ceremonies, just mark your territory, hunt your food, move on. It was rather boring. Friends were far and few from my old lands, more or less because many couldn't understand my want and desire to run and fly, so I was an outcast." Aislin shrugged her shoulders. It didn't bother her much as others opinions of her didn't bother her at all, and were more or less cast off or thrown back at the one who would throw insults. Aislin cared less for others lack of respect for her, as it told her they weren't good wolves who understood anyway.

When Aislin described her desire, she showed her legs and their length before setting her paws back down. She was meant to run, and she was meant to track. Her skills weren't utilized while in the pack and that was the other thing that bored her greatly, was that everyone was doing their own thing and there wasn't much structure. Even though Aislin didn't like structure herself, her old pack needed it badly. Most packs she had seen had at least some structure, tasks for others to do and either rewards or punishments for success or failure, and always something going on in the pack that made it different.

"I figured that when I left the pack, I too would travel very far to discover what was out there for me. So I ended up running and letting my legs take me where they wished, and I ended up here. The journey only lasted four seasons roughly.?

Running four seasons would seem like a lot for a wolf to run, but to her it was an amazing feeling. It wasn?t even her limit. It wasn?t as if Aislin had been running non-stop the entire way. No mortal wolf had the capability of doing that, so occasionally she would stop and rest, feed, pee, and then continue running for however long she could go. Aislin thought of herself as possibly one of the better runners out there, and most questioned why she was a tracker and not something like a messenger. Aislin thought it was because she felt that leaders should say something to someone face to face than send someone else to do their work, but it was understandable when it was utilized while the leaders were busy. Still, she didn?t see it fitting her very well.

"Have you checked out any of the other packs yet? I have been running around and investigated a good chunk of them, though there is one I am possibly going to go into." This sparked Aislins interest as she kept her orange eyes on Qanik, surprised slightly how much she was like her, and yet unlike her. It was a strange realization.

In total on the lands, there were six packs, and she had investigated five, and stalked the sixth. The stalking was a good thing as she watched Ludicael. It just seemed fitting with the mix of wolves, and not the constant, traditional, and boring, mix of the same kind of wolf whether insane or goodie two shoed. The leader was lax on what one did, and didn?t punish for outside fights so long as you took care of it and it didn?t threaten the pack. To Aislin, that was how she would lead a pack if she were elected or made into Alpha, but Aislin didn?t wish to lead. She simply wished to live. For now anyway.


"737 words. If my posts get too long, yell at me xD"