After my run in with Hadrian, I decided I would forsake the healing path in lieu of something better. I did not want a weak pack, nor did I wish for its members to become weak. It would put a mite up that pushy brat's ass to have me become Arbiter, from what I understood, I would be a judge of sorts. It was the only role I seemed to fit, and perfectly too. How many could say they were truly able to tell if a wolf was strong enough or good enough to pass freely up the ranks? I would be the one to see if they could, though I was hoping for more of a challenge. Perhaps, it will come in the form of Eden's ways of thinking.
When I told him of my wish to rise, he had said to call for him. Hopefully, with spring underway, the king of the beach would not be so late in our meeting. I was eager to speak with him, to show my intellect as well as my higher way of thinking. It was not only for my sake that I am seeking this, but his and the pack's well being, we needed someone to provide only strength to the upper ranks.
I am hoping the wolf I seek will not be too harried by his wounds, though truly I doubted such a thing could have happened. The worst of his wounds had been his jaw, and after being pushed aside and being told I was outdated and could kill our king, I had to reign myself in not to chew the bastard's face off. The touch of Eden had helped, but there was a serious dislike for that wolf now. He could have been at least hospitable and polite, but enough of that. My ivory hackles are already rising, and I do not need to appear challenging before my king. He could take it the wrong way and I couldn't have that.
I send out a call for him, knowing better than to try and search him out. I was fully prepared to wait, I know he is a busy wolf. "Take your time, but I am ready for my close up." My song said, white-washed gaze simply watching the surf, blue-grey ears trained on the horizon. Perhaps he would not make me wait overly long, I was prepared either way.
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