Hard Habits to Break
09-26-2014, 09:29 AM
Rhythm didn't seem overly familiar with the area but Albion could hardly fault her for it. He was certainly no hypocrite so he smiled and shrugged the admission away. "Looks like this will be a learning experience for both of us then!" He continued walking, his pace comfortable, yet he moved with a purpose. Perhaps the area was a bit barren, lacking trees or tall brush of most sorts, but there was cover and shelter. If it weren't for the lack of scents he would wonder if it was simply held by a smaller band he hadn't been able to detect. And this would be me trespassing, he thought, Which is exactly what I need right now. He looked over to Rhythm and wondered what she'd be worth in a fight. She looked hale enough, but he didn't know what sort of training her pack put their members through. "So what all do you do in your pack?" he asked nonchalantly. "You specifically, I mean. Are you a healer, a hunter, den mother, what?" He tossed out a few options, even though his family pack had never had such finite obligations. They'd been a small enough band that everyone had helped out where they were needed. When his cousin had given birth he'd played babysitter often enough, and his grandmother had done what she could to teach him about the medicinal arts, but he knew larger packs didn't tend to operate that way. He'd considered joining up with one after arriving in this realm, if only to hone his own skills under one of their Masters- er, teachers. Sages. Whatever they were called here. But life in any unit outside of his kin didn't always sit well with him. They were all so strange, so different from him. Albion couldn't often bring himself to trust strangers, and under those circumstances, what was the point of evening trying in the first place? |