IP: 12.124.92.82
Posted on September 10, 2015 at 11:35:39 PM by Tristan
 |
Before my mother died, I might have said there's absolutely nothing wrong with the way I talk to other wolves. I always thought I was great at talking and finding out information. I often annoyed my sister Viora but mom never seemed to mind all my questions and she even encouraged my curiosity. But then I met the wolf with the scars and when I asked about them, it triggered her anger and my mom had to step in. It cost her her life and since then I've been trying to work on how I talk to others. Of course confidence is something that can always be regained and I think through training with Aithne and rebonding with my brother Solitaire, I found my confidence to speak again and now that I've got a goal in mind, being a diplomat for Eden and Glorall, I want to learn how to speak again. She laughs at my try for flattery, telling me that she looks twelve and therefore is twelve. I smile with a wag of my tail. "My mom was older than you. I think she was sixteen. She was still pretty too so don't feel bad. I bet you've had a lot of experiences." My eyes are almost pleading with her to share, to tell a story or something. I love to learn after all. Of course I get lonely when I see other wolves my age or younger with their mate, to know that I have neither an imprint or a mate yet but I don't lose hope. I'll never be too old to fall in love, or so I tell myself. Solitaire was once set up to have a family and one day I will too. As I ask for advice, she is quick to give it and my eyes shine eagerly with this new information. I nod dramatically as she speaks. "Yes, ma'am. I try anyway." I listen fervently as she tells me about her mate. My tail wags more in excitement to perhaps meet him some day. "He sounds like a perfect role model for your children. I hope I get to meet him some day." I bet he has a lot of experiences to share too, or maybe he can even teach me some more about defense! I'm not saying I'm going to give up diplomacy and seek out a fighting position or anything but it never hurts to be prepared and Viora is out there somewhere, probably still blaming me for mom's death and perhaps wanting to bite into my hide some more. Next time I want to show her that I'm no coward. I feel bad for what I said about her litters but she laughs it off and says that it felt like a ton. My eyes only widen more at this confirmation. That must hurt! I smile. "At least they're smaller when they're born." A corny joke but none the less I've already said it so no taking it back now. She seems to be trying to read my emotions about Eden but I don't think there's much to see. I just don't know the wolf all that well, no matter how long he's been king of my home now. I've been trying to stay in contact with him as of late but he is a busy wolf and I understand. Her next questions make my ears flick back and the old sadness fill my eyes as I look down at my paws. "No...she was killed." I shake my head and look back up, trying to change subjects. "No, no mate. I do have my brother Solitaire..or at least I think I do. He was pretty active around here up until recently. I haven't run across his scent to see if he's still in Glorall or not yet." I shrug it off lightly. I guess I do feel sad about Solitaire not being around as much either. Trying to change subjects once more, I look up and offer a smile. "But at least I'll have you as a friend now to keep me company. And maybe I can meet your pups when they get old enough. I know I don't really have experience with pups or anything but I have always liked being around younger wolves." I offer with a hopeful expression. Tristan.male.7 years old.son of |
Replies:
There have been no replies.
You must register before you can post on this board. You can register here.
Post a reply: