I am not accustomed to a Mother’s touch. I do not know the signs that another wolf gives when they want to provide affection. Touch is just something I don’t know about. I don’t think I would like it anyways. I am too independent. I am atypical and yet I am the new face of Iromar. I may look like a Demon, but that is not in my blood. Iromar is not just a land filled with Demons anymore. I know there are those lurking within the shadows that are upset that the swamps are not tainted again, but really, was there ever a benefit to such a thing? I know what happened in the past. I heard about it on my travels. We lost a war and since then we have dropped to nothing. There is hardly any pride left within the pack. In fact there really isn’t a pack when you think about it. I’ve lived here for three years and yet I still haven’t met everyone or even know everyone. Sure I’ve traveled a long time, but still…it shouldn’t be like this. As I sit here at our border I notice how the ebony wolf, with a similar mark on her forehead to my own, seems to try to step towards me and lets out a soft whine. Puzzlement starts to appear on my face as I cock my head to the side, so very very confused.
“Why are you whining? Are you hurt?”
My deep violet eyes scan over every piece of Andromeda. I see she is not injured. I cannot taste the scent of blood on her. I simply stare at her wondering if I am supposed to do something or not. Slowly I bring myself to my paws and cautiously walk towards her. For a moment I look to the white wolf unsure if he would allow my presence to be closer to the ebony wolf. I do not mean harm. I do not want to hurt anyone. Yet I am concerned for her. I extend my muzzle so, very, very slowly towards her own, but quickly jerk away when I notice a familiar figure out of my eye come. Turning my skull away my crimson washed banner sways side to side as my head lowers and I return promptly to her side. After all I serve her and no one else. As I sit at her side my eyes wander towards the white wolf wearing crimson markings. I’ve always wondered why Angels and Demons both carried the marks of red on different colored pelts. I am always mistaken for a Demon, but I had seen a male wolf with similar markings as me, but he was called an Angel. All of this nonsense between out pack was simply in low terms – stupid. The idea of a pact between us seemed reasonable. While my Alpha thinks on this topic I manage to lift my skull up so my muzzle could be close to her ear as I mutter softly for her to hear, only.
“Every pack in Moladion will have their eyes on us…I have an idea.”
Turning my head away from her I point it back in the Angels direction. A small smile appears on my maw as I look at the two. I know my idea is going to be crazy, but I had done my travels and I had learned from other packs. In Diveen I noticed how they were all close to one another, they worked together, and everyone seemed to just…function correctly. If I could see this then I am sure the members of my own pack could. It would also instill the beginning of trust. Not right away of course, it would have to happen gradually. Yet if we were truly wanting to be separate and break away from our stigma then we needed to do something right. Looking over at Aithne for permission my raspy soft voice rolls out gently.
“Peace would be good. Though I do not think it will come easy. Perhaps we could send 2 wolves at a time to Diveen, both demon and non-demons. You could send 2 Angels and non-Angels to us as well. The rift and untrust between us is too strong for an entire pack to engage with one another, but perhaps this slow interaction will be beneficial for both. Maybe for a few days have Diveen and Iromar wolves live together…slowly immerse each other.”
Crazy idea…I know.