An Example. That’s what Marx was being right now. He was an example of what happened to wolves that showed dishonor and disloyalty to their pack, most packs would simply kill and run off old members who asked to return, knowing they weren’t worth the time. A few softer alphas would allow their members peaceful return, but what did that encourage? Open borders, wolves going and coming as they please and that was as much a pack of wolves as a pack of wild horses. Marx watched the neighboring pack carefully. A couple of wolves had wound their way to investigate the closeness of Abendrot wolves. They reacted with caution, which wasn’t stupid. The magnitude of wolves here could easily overpower a few Bright Moon wolves. Abendrot was home to soldiers, assassins and spies. He sighted Karma to his left and kept scanning the brush, scenting the air deeply for more approaching wolves.
A silent female appeared, making his gaze flicker to her. Everything about her deadly silence spoke of assassination at its best. Marx ignored looking at her until she approached him specifically. He felt puzzled, why did she want to talk to him? Why would anyone associate himself or herself with the prisoner of Abendrot? Marx slapped himself. He couldn’t shut out a pack mate, even if he wasn’t considered a pack member anymore. Abendrot was his home and these were his pack mates, his family. No authority, no law, no decree, NO ALPHA could ever chance what Marx deep down was. The creature of ebony and sliver belonged to Abendrot.
Abendrot is my home, she raised me from before I can remember. I returned knowing I had a chance to serve a rightful king. I wanted to prove my loyalty.
Most wolves would also ask why he left, but that wasn’t their business, was it? The only wolf he’d likely tell was Enigma and she didn’t want any part of him. Like it or not, he still had an endearing fondness for the fae. For now, he’d allow her to cool off, she seemed to get worked up rather fast over him…and not in the good way. If he didn’t play his cards right, chances were she’d tear him a new one rather soon. Marx flickered his head in the direction of Abendrot; sounds produced spoke of an approach. He scented the air, male, and adult male at that. The brute suddenly slowed his approach and spoke of pretending to not see them. Marx decided to speak up before he chose to run off and tell everyone monsters were at their borders…although his intelligence was in question. Not many raiding parties stopped for a chat at the border, now, did they?
Please! I assure you, we mean no harm. We only want to talk and strengthen the bonds between two neighboring packs.
To assure him further, Marx gave a few soft wags of his tail and a grin upon his face, although his mind was still stuck on Enigma and how she wouldn’t even look at him without her face getting a sour look. Perhaps he smelt bad and needed a bath, but obviously, the problems were deeper than the small amount of dirt of Marx’s pelt. He took another step closer to the border, and glanced at Kershov to judge his reaction on what could be considered an out of place outburst by the new alpha. Maybe he was just sick of being quiet for once and wanted a damn good, old fashioned chat. Speaking of, it was unlike him to continue such a dainty conversation. He turned to Lolani and spoke up; thought did so quietly, as she had.
and you? Why did you join Abendrot?
M A R X
Equality Equals Death for all
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