like coffee and cream
Raki's ears pricked up at the name of the new pack. Taviora. He liked it; it was a simple name, but a pretty one. The fact that it was small- only three members!- and yet was still recognized as a pack implied that its Alpha was powerful and well-respected. That a child of Diveen had left the largest pack in Moladion to join it also had good implications.
"And who, may I ask, leads this... Taviora?" Raki was curious; in his past life here- that was how he would refer to it now- he had been reserved, hunting and sleeping alone, for the most part. But despite this, was the Alpha someone he knew?
Speaking of which, was the third wolf someone he'd talked to? Socialized with?
"And the other member- what is their name?"
Raki could see the advantages in joining a young, fresh pack; it is rather early for strong bonds to have been formed, so fitting in socially would be easier, as would gaining a high rank. Not that Raki was particularly fussed about being high-ranking- the title of "Lead Warrior" did, however, appeal to him.
The boy's offer to show him the pack caught him by surprise. Again. I really have to stop being surprised by this young one's words, he thought to himself as he regained his composure for the second time. Seeing the packlands would be an excellent way of judging the others in the pack- good territory could imply either a strong Alpha, or a diplomatic one- and if, by chance, he became part of a pack that had some quarrel with Taviora, he'd know the basic lay of the land and could act as a scout or spy.
Shaking off these more negative thoughts, he cast a smile at the boy. "Of course," he replied. "Shall we go?"
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