I was eager to hear what he had to share with me, even if he thought it was not all that impressive. I was determined to know more about him though for even though I did not know much and may not like what I hear I still wished to know. It could do a lot of me to learn from him, I am not yet sure what path in life I would like to be set on, for there were many uses of a wolf of my size and ability. I could fight, I had been training for a year now in the art of battle with Alcide and sparring against the young boy Noel but it was not what I wanted to do forever. Camelot seems welcoming of me though today, he smiles and returns my dip of his head and his tail is waving lightly in greeting. I smile myself and even allow a friendly wave of my tail happy that he wasn’t upset that I sought him out to speak.

I am sure there are many stories to tell of his life, sure that some were great and others maybe funny. I wasn’t expecting him to have a flicker of pain and disappointment flicker in those golden eyes of his. It seems as though maybe I opened something he was not sure if he felt like sharing. I figured the meteor fall would be a tough subject to get out of anyone for there was so much pain and loss there. But I just wanted to learn and know these things so that when the ones who experienced it were lost the tales could still be passed on. Surely there was some hope there, he was still here after all, still alive and well. I would wait and see what he said.

He started speaking then, saying that they weren’t tales to keep me listening but I would be the judge of that. He began telling a tale of his days in Old Moladion, I let him speak of being a wanderer, moving around with his family that wasn’t really a family. I knew that feeling. He continues saying that out of desperation of sorts he gone to a pack. I never lived as a loner and I was sure that it was difficult at times. If I didn’t have time to hunt I could go to the pack and they usually had something to share with me. I would probably not have time to do the things I enjoyed some days without them. It was certainly a more comfortable life than being a loner. It seemed though there were other reasons though, he spoke of a fem named Ghost and I felt bad for him. I can’t say if some wolf made me into a game I would feel comfortable either. I stood taller than Camelot even though I wasn’t even an adult. I mean I was sure my size helped me feel so comfortable, but Camelot, well he was pretty short compared to most wolves I knew, even my sister Danny.

I felt my heart sink suddenly with fear when he had said he had tried to instinctively fight back in some way and was attacked for it. It was wrong, whoever that fem was I am sure she was gone now or died in the meteors. She probably deserved it. He said he was scared that he ran like a coward who could blame him? His life was being threatened and he had to protect himself. I know he’s not the biggest wolf out there and even in his younger days I feel like I could have out muscled him even at my age now.

He ended this tale by saying he was a coward I immediately shook my head. Everyone was different, he had his own set of skills and maybe that was all he could do. It may have been what I did if I was in his position or maybe I would fight. I am trained as a warrior even if I don’t like fighting.

”I don’t agree. I didn’t see a coward that day at the hunt. That day the going got tough and you got us together again. That was Swallow’s hunt that he abandoned and you just took charge, I don’t think we would have stood a chance if you hadn’t had been there to guide us. At least Ceal and I. You did what you had to survive and yeah maybe that was run away, but I don’t think you are a coward.” I said perhaps I was putting him up on a pedestal a little bit, but he had my respect regardless. I did not believe he was a coward and even if he was, I didn’t care. Stories were stories and though maybe they were not grand war stories they were stories nonetheless. If I wanted war stories I would have went to someone else, I already knew Camelot was no warrior.

~ Sings To No Soul ~ Serenades None ~ 3 Years ~ Spirane Aquilla~