Walk | Talk | Think
Requiem had been feeling rightly lost since Ludicael's last pack meeting. He had asked for a position specific to his needs, making himself very proud that he had managed to do so in front of so many, but before anything from the meeting could be put into practice the epidemic had struck. Left and right new sick wolves began showing up, the illness seemingly striking them down at random, and fearful of becoming one of the sick the poor brown boy had laid low, putting most of his effort into praying to the divine power who watched over them for salvation. He had thought for a time that nothing he was saying was getting through - he was only a child after all, without any of the influence that his more practiced mother had - but help had finally come. In the form of an unnaturally pretty, bright red wolf with yellow eyes. He had not wanted to jump to the conclusion that he had finally been heard, that he had secretly had any influence in this at all, but it was hard not to.
It had given the youth a new, tentative confidence, a self-assurance that he had not been known to possess before. Outwardly it was less noticeable, his gait still unassuming and his posture demure and polite, but his two-toned, teal and green eyes did not lower and look away this time. Now he watched, assessed, took note of those present and the cordialities that were exchanged. None of his siblings - at least the close ones from his own litter - were present, though plenty of others were already showing, and quietly Requiem threaded his way into their midst. He made no greeting to his grandfather - he was still getting used to the older man, and the fact he shared his brother's name - or to any of the others. Family or not, he still knew very little about them all on a personal basis, and he might have felt a little confident but not that confident.
Seating himself with a quiet sigh, the brown colored boy with the black arrow across his hips curled his tail loosely to his side and waited, hoping whatever happened today would have more time to stick and for their pack to finally organize itself so that he could fall into the spot meant for him.
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