Tithe

Patient and quiet, Tithe listened to what the other diplomat had to say. In becoming a member of Spirane’s emissary he had first been given the task of listening and gathering information. Turning his cool gaze to the sage he took in everything Fritjof said with clear interest and respectful attentiveness. He let the smaller wolf speak and explain, his mind working with every word. From what he understood the ties between the allied packs were merely in words only. There was little blood or bond that made those words shine true. Honor merely spoken was not a strong enough vow to rely on. As he had learned, words can be false.

An easy smile drew on the knight’s face. Fritjof’s excitement colored his words and rang in Tithe’s hidden heart.What the man was proposing sounded very workable, though he had his own conditions to add. “Indeed, a feast is always sure to create friendships. However, I would like to be sure the bond between our packs is strong.” Tithe lowered himself to the ground, stretching out his large body into a comfortable and relaxed position. It negated his size, putting him in a position where he was almost vulnerable, one where he was clearly inviting his companion into easy conversation. “For this feast, I would like you and I to bring in this kill. A strong trust between diplomats is hard to turn away from.” He thought for a moment of the hunt he had shared with Sleekwing, the trust they had built in their instinctual movements. It had been one of the strongest forces pulling him into the ranks of Spirane. “The mountains are filled with young who have not found their way in life. Perhaps they can come to this feast and meet others of the forest?” He smiled more. “Friendships formed from puppyhood are often the strongest in adulthood.