these people keep to themselves,
So, Silvertongue was an interesting Alpha, right? He seemed to be quite reclusive and yet, how odd! He hadn't taken allies, partaken in any acts of getting eaten by orcas and even more strangely, he had actually proven to be quite reasonable if not... honorable. Yes, that word seemed just about right though definitely, elusive came to mind too. Maybe it was because he had a lady or a kid... whatever, but he was definitely hard to track down. Eh, whatever, so be it. At least he wasn't charging about and making them do ridiculous tasks - go to Iromar to learn to heal? From who, Weylin, from who!? Because you know, they did so well on healing Baphomet. Alright, alright, so that was cruel. She was just making excuses to be lazy and to revel in such laziness. For the most part, she spent her days simply rolling around her den or relaxing in the sand - it was an easy life, much easier than having to actually fend for yourself and scrape by as a loner. Ah, yes, joining a pack had been the perfect decision.
But then came the orders - hunt, hunt, hunt, protect the borders. Okay, so they weren't innately difficult tasks but come on! She'd just started to get nice and plump for winter - her pelt was luxurious, her belly full and her mind totally okay with doing nothing but stare out over the ocean. Now she had to do things. Taxing things like running, planning and teaching children that she damn well did not give birth to. Of course, she'd do it and without spoken complaint but she'd still eye roll about it and sigh whenever she thought about it. The hunt was going to take a while, she figured, what with the planning and waiting for the elk to be better in position. If she was going to lead a hunt then she was going to do it right and bring home something real juicy. In the meantime, it was going to be up to her to - apparently - protect the borders from enemies they did not have! So, come morning, she had been off on her journey around the perimeter, bouncing along and taking sporadic naps. Come on, it's not like anybody was going to find her...
Or so she thought. She definitely hadn't expected to find another out doing the patrol, particularly somebody looking so determined. At first, she had simply intended to ignore the stranger, content with knowing her scent matched Glorall and vise versa. Her intentions had been to saunter by, eyes diverted and tail waving in a 'please don't bother me fashion' but alas, the other had strange intentions. She was coming for d'Mani. Her teeth were bared. Her growl was not real. What was this? She stopped, a cocked brow as she stared... and stared... and then frowned.
"Are you implying I'm... pudgy?"
She huffed, flicking her head away but as she swung back - to unleash some more attitude - she was met with a charging blur of black and gold. She came barreling towards her, all muscle and teeth and urgh! d'Mani attempted to leap back but stumbled over her paws, too baffled by what was happening to really make sense of her own body. She'd had half expected a tooth in the face but nonetheless, she came face to face with the girl's nose - who in turn, came face to face with the puffed up, angry face of d'Mani. There was a moment of silence, tense and stiff as she corrected herself, clearing her throat at the nickname sweetie. What did she think? Oh, hell no! She had a lot of words to explain what she thought: you're crazy, do you have rabies? Does Silvertongue know he's housing a totally mental wolf? But, she merely leaned forward, bumping her nose against the other.
"I say I want to know what you're getting out of teaching me. I know I'm cute, but if you want to get close to me, you can just ask."
You'd get your chance to kick her butt but first, you gotta' kick her attitude far, far away into the distance.
all living in their own hell |
