Tired of Being Lonely

*Qanik* · 11-19-2013, 10:41 AM

Listening to the other wolf's words, Qanik's brow furrowed in mild confusion. She simply could not fathom choosing the life of a lone wolf - always alone, unable to catch anything larger than a hare so always feeling the edge of hunger, always on your guard because you had no one to watch your back - but more, she could not understand how a pack would simply fail one of its own so strongly. An outcast? For what? For having her own strengths? Her pack had failed her terribly if they had not played to her strengths, given her the support structure and encouragement she'd needed. How could a pack survive, if it wouldn't bring together all of it's wolves? She shook her head. Shameful.
Then she blinked. "You've been on your own for four seasons?" And here she'd been barely eking out an existance for less than a quarter of that time. She felt a stirring of respect for the younger rogue. Four seasons, and she looked in much better shape than Qanik did now.
"I haven't seen much of the packs in this area, she admitted. "I've been avoiding them until I get a better understanding of the land. You say you have one that interests you?"
If this young wolf knew the packs in the area, maybe she could help Qanik find her footing in this strange place. Maybe she'd be able to find a pack to call her own - someplace she could feel whole again, someplace that would banish this aching need and loneliness. She was not a solitary wolf by nature, and this rogue life was killing her inch by inch.

Speech,

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