Winter was her favorite time of the year. It was in this particular season when Mother Nature released her final wrath on all those that were weak, all the creatures that were not allowed to continue breathing. No one in life is ever promised that they will be healthy, that they can see or smell, no wolf is promised that they will be successful or become a failure. The only thing life can promise you is that there is death at the end to embrace you and taken you down a completely different path. It was how one died that everyone seemed to put for value on. It would be an insult to some if one should die by being murdered or by sickness. It would be deemed a kindness if one died within their sleep, or had a quick and painless death. Why everyone put value on to how they died Tick Tock could not understand. Death was death, as life was life, and if you died the way you did then that was that. What was more important, and what everyone should be more concerned about, is once you die how will you be remembered? That was what truly mattered.
With Winter here and small numbers for a pack Tick Tock had made sure that those that lived within her lands were well fed and safe. Some members had just reached age one and although they did not need their Mother’s milk they needed to be supervised and educated. Flare had seemed only too happy, extremely too happy and possessive, over the younger wolves. Yet as long as she didn’t have to put up with them she did not mind. There was some concern though she had of her members. While they had many yearlings they had a few aged wolves that would one day meet Death, and so, she wanted to make sure they were well. It wasn’t every day she spoke and met with her members. Many of them were still independent unable to release their habits they had when they were loners. She was still getting over her own habit of being aloof and she did her best to at least make some effort to meet them.
As she roamed over the snowy fields her ebony dial was raised as her radars twitched as she heard the call. Puzzled she opened her jaws and let out a haunting song that forewarned the visitor she was coming. It would take a while, but in no time her obsidian frame could be easily spotted within the sea of white. Each step she took was well calculated, long lean limbs carrying her scarred frame easily over the frozen terra firma. There was no need to display any sort of sign that she was Alpha. Rather she carried herself with ease allowing that aurora dominance to be the only tell that she was the leader here. As she got up closer to the female her half-torn ear flicked forward with interest as she pondered on her reasoning. Cold sapphire eyes looked over the potential member carefully noting that she seemed thinner than a typical wolf would be. This pack was strong and would remain so. Weakness was something she and her counterpart could not accept nor tolerate. Jaws part and her cool lyrics flowed out smoothly as she addressed the she-wolf.
“It isn’t every day I have a wolf that calls to join…what made you interested in Asteraia?”
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