Worn out places, worn out faces
03-13-2014, 12:50 PM
The moon had made a path against the opaque sky, marking the lateness of the night with its passing, it was in this night that only an hour before he had found himself granted acceptance to this pack and was adjusting to calling this territory his home. He recalled to memory the sight of the Valhalla Alphess with the cold shades of cream that ran lengths across her coat and the outline of sapphire blue like a frozen chunk of sky against the snow of her form. Her form, scent and name where etched into his memory, and the ghost of her scent trailed against the borders of her pack. He too passed along their lengths, but this time he did so within the boundaries of the territory, familiarising himself with the terrain and layout, seeing it beneath the illuminating wash of moonlight that crystalized the foliage in shades of luminescent silver.
He was yet to meet another soul that called this stretch of land their home, those that he supposed he should consider his brothers and sisters now that he lived here too, and called Erani Alphess. Without faces and names to put to shadowy ideas of wolves he could not yet call them his family. Even as he trailed the land to learn it he supposed he was looking also for signs of the other wolves that tread here.
As he walked he considered what the Alpha had told him, he was placed now as a gamma of this pack, yet despite his status as a warrior he was to learn the art of healing and herbs. He knew very little about them, he knew a plant to fend of affections and that one fact was the sum of his herb knowledge. It made sense in its own way to make capable paws of all the wolves here, but he had never been required to learn it before. He would be happier teaching others how to fight then finding himself as the student here, but he would not argue with the logic of his new queen.
He was yet to meet another soul that called this stretch of land their home, those that he supposed he should consider his brothers and sisters now that he lived here too, and called Erani Alphess. Without faces and names to put to shadowy ideas of wolves he could not yet call them his family. Even as he trailed the land to learn it he supposed he was looking also for signs of the other wolves that tread here.
As he walked he considered what the Alpha had told him, he was placed now as a gamma of this pack, yet despite his status as a warrior he was to learn the art of healing and herbs. He knew very little about them, he knew a plant to fend of affections and that one fact was the sum of his herb knowledge. It made sense in its own way to make capable paws of all the wolves here, but he had never been required to learn it before. He would be happier teaching others how to fight then finding himself as the student here, but he would not argue with the logic of his new queen.