Pawprints in the Foreign Soil
03-22-2013, 09:07 PM
![[Image: one_eyed_crusade_by_kidrylm_writer-d5yxnla.png]](http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/081/c/e/one_eyed_crusade_by_kidrylm_writer-d5yxnla.png) ~*~ "Far from off base," Crusade assured him. "In fact I believe we are on the same page." That was an understatement. A younger, giddier Crusade might've danced in place. Who knew making formal friends could be done without the great huffing and puffing and posturing that Crusade was so accustomed to seeing? It seemed to be a matter of foundations. As both the leaders in the conversation had already noted, there were many similarities between Glaciem and Seracia. Perhaps it was simply a matter of "clicking". And yet prudence stepped in. These were only words, and few of them at that. No matter how swimmingly things might be going there was a still a great deal that both sides needed to know about each other. And so Crusade proceeded with one of the ideas she'd had mulling about in her head for some time. "Your offer is a generous one, Lord Gerhardt, and one that, had you not offered, I hoped to, in time, be able to do so myself. But in either case, such so binding a pact as an alliance, must be carefully planned and thought out. Your motion towards a gesture I deem as most wise. But I think one should be made before we align our packs." The lady wolf rose to her feet, letting her tail sway loosely behind her. What she was about to speak of was something she and Gargoyle had already talked over. It required a level of trust on both parts, but, seeing how well things were going, Crusade believed it would be worth the saying. Here was what would no doubt be a pivotal moment in the conversation, but it was delivered as frankly and calmly as had been all her other words. "Consider this proposal: For a period of time -perhaps a week?- My companion and I be allowed to remain inside your borders - escorted by yourself or your wolves at all times, certainly, and in this way we can come to know the ways of Sercia and it's Alpha." Her single orb glittered as she inclined her head ever so slightly. She seemed to be attempting to read his thoughts as she spoke. For what she was suggesting was that the male take two foreign strangers into his packland, a bold move by any standards - meanwhile on the other hand, Crusade was putting her safety and that of Mahniya into the paws of a pack she barely new. But of course, nothing ventured, nothing gained. "In return, when the week is up, yourself and any accompaniment you wish then travel back with us to Glaciem for the same period of time. You'll be able to see how we live in the North, perhaps go caribou hunting - for it'll be their migration time - and most importantly you'll be able to meet with my brother the Chief. At the end of the week, if all is satisfactory you and Gargoyle can settle on an agreement." What would Gargoyle think of this example of a King? No doubt he'd think quite well of him, if Crusade knew anything about her brother. Now, however, Crusade had said her piece and she waited calmly for the King's reaction. Having no right eye to glance with, Crusade's right ear flicked back towards Mahniya. Had Gargoyle mentioned this political vacation as a possible outcome of their travel together? Even if not, Crusade trusted the she-wolf to come along flexibly, prepared for any sort of change in pace. Besides, with how well things were going, there was a good chance this could prove fun. ~*~ |