Acceptance to the pack

The Drumming of the earths beat was still going; going ever single second of every day. Never stopping to afraid to hear the silent screams of the solid earth ending in the hells fire; with us all deceased as nothing more then the trespassing ghosts. No longer did Rosalie stay in the shadows; learning most wolves actions, faults and achievements. Picking it all up Rosalie is now able to simplify the tricks making them just as affective.

You dont think im capable of honor or is this just a question waiting to be answered? Honors the most important thing any wolf could possibly have; withought it we are lost. having to find another path; i do not want that for myself,not now.


The hisses pollute the air seranading the ears with a fine melody to the opening day. The snow white pelt rippling like tidle waves in the breeze; never once going out of place, just a continous dance of the evenings lighting hours. Taking the time to reply to the second question; the little tiara rose up slightly to meet the gaze of the two clearly.


Yes. I would work until my heart stops beating to posses the title of a high rank; it would be an honor to be one, though there not given so easily.

It was true; they cant be given with the thump of a paw. It takes honor and commitment to claim the high titles. The cooes of the womans trail was like a veil; to be followed gently behind with the peaceful area. Attached to her like our own coats; all different with there own claimer of originality.