But the wolf that came to greet him was not at all as he had expected. A female, not a brittle small thing like those he had met on the path here, but large and strong. Not soft and homebound as he foresaw the members of this pack might be, but a warrior who had obviously acquired injuries from a turbulent past. The way she moved her body, how she stood dignified and spoke confidently, and all the subtleties in her shape were all the familiar signs of a woman who lived as a fighter.
She was much alike the female warriors of his birth-pack in many ways, and Krash hoped that this didn?t mean that she was as brutish as they, meaning that the image his mind had drawn of a peace-loving Glaciem were false. Her words seemed civil enough, but even many of the wolves in his past had learned to talk as if they weren?t violent murderers. It would take a closer look to determine if this were the home he sought, but at least these doubts of Glaciem distracted Krash from the doubts of himself, so leaving him able to speak as well as he needed.
For propriety, the male decided to put off answering the question presented to him until after a proper introduction. He lowered his large head, turned his eyes down, and placed one paw forward in a gallant bow, held that way as he announced himself, ?Greetings, miss. My name is Krash, once-beta of the Aginulfus pack of the great mountains far beyond the edge of Alacritis...? He arose with a short pause in speech, then continued, speaking with a low and robust voice, at a calm rate, ?And your intuition is correct. I do seek a new home...?
Throughout the conversation, Krash would not move from his spot, not even twitching as the winds stung at the thick skin that his short fur could not protect. His eyes stayed on the Glaciem representative, devoid of the worry he had felt just shortly before she had arrived. ?... a haven unlike the place I was born to. A community of honorable wolves, led by wise leaders. A peaceful family that may kill to protect their beloved, but for nothing more...? He took another pause, his gaze slowly moving across all the scenery before him. These cold lands did not look the part of the perfect, hospitable abode, but the ex-soldier hoped that for once, looks would be deceiving. One last sentence would end his presentation: ?Is Glaciem the home I seek??
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