Pawprints in the Foreign Soil

*Crusade* · 03-21-2013, 03:54 AM

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Her words were favorable accepted. It seemed all was turning out quite well. Perhaps Crusade shouldn't have been surprised - and indeed she might not have been she'd known prior to her coming that it was a breed of noble creatures who ran the south - but then her first and last dabble into the line of a representative, had been years and years back - and it had been to Raptoral, a dark and dangerous clan that hid itself in a bowel of rocky mountains. Out of her scouting party, it had been she who'd kept her head and behaved admirably enough to gain a longer audience with the Alpha. But success or no, that episode had taught her what a danger it could be to touch any border.

Of course, danger was only around to make things a bit more fun, wasn't it?

Crusade almost chuckled at the thought. She was too old to be thinking like that. And yet, aged or not, she still would do her part in furthering the security of her pack. To which end, establishing good relations with the surrounding packs,was a must.

So far, that seemed to be exactly what was going on here. It was too early to make any great leaps or assumptions, but gut told the old Timber wolf that he was a wolf she could do business with. She dipped her head courteously when the Alpha saw fit to compliment her, and far from be annoyance with his proceeding to bring his sons in, she thought it a marvelous gesture. Here was a king who was also invested in the future of his pack.

But as the first boy, Maverick, began to speak, Crusade's attention flitted over to him and his lime colored eyes. The boy was no prattling pup. He might be new to these sort of councils, but he seemed already to grasp the trading of information. Crusade listened attentively, for, indeed, she liked what she heard. Seracia, apparently, was no rabble or mob. It was an organized realm with Alphas who had strong sway - and who had already backed up with dynasty with children. "-courtesy and chivalry-" the boy said. From Crusade's brief excursion here, that seemed the absolute truth. Seemed she'd stumbled onto a pack as light in soul as Glaciem.

"A worthy question, Prince Maverick," Crusade said, addressing the youth in the same tone she'd given his father. ,"And I should be happy to oblige: Glaciem, is a pack that draws a firm line in it's morals. We are a close knit group - many related by blood and adoption - and indeed, when coming to our new home, we chose a cave for a camp rather than having individual dens. Such closeness seems strange to some packs, but we need it. We depend on one another to get through the beards and the blizzards and the long, hard winters. We seek strength, but only so that it can be used in the defense of those who have none.When it comes to ranking, we are a bit more relaxed than others - in a family discipline can be given without coldness -. Our Alphas are commonly referred to as "Chief" rather than King, and infeuding is not tolerated." There, that was enough. Truth be told, she'd outlined the essence of Glaciem so many times to so many newcomers and loners that it was a simple task. Beyond that, Glaciem was her baby, a lasting mark that she was proud to have left on the world. Hopefully, it wasn't too prideful to say that she'd be happy to spend all day talking about her pack.

Crusade, still seated, straightened up her shoulders to show that her answer was done, and even glanced at the other youth, Valkos, to see if he would offer his voice to the table.

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~Because .G.i.v.i.n.g. U.p. was something I never learned to do~

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