Tithe

The harmony of his song faded into the air and Tithe stepped aside to let the gypsies have their way. He had been around them enough to know where were many who would leap into the song and dance while others would merely stand beside and speak their piece to the others around. Instead he contented himself to watch, letting the music and laughter lull him and keep his heart light. It was a comfort to know that from the ashes of something great laughter and joy could still be found and had in the world. He thought on this while he watched his friend dance and let his mind wander to realms of possibility and where his life would lead him now. As he thought his steel eyes watched each wolf that came to the group, keeping an eye on anything that would prove of interest. One by one he studied a few he was keen to speak to, until the silver dancer seemed to take stage. Putting his tasks aside for a moment he watched her and his friend dance, a rare smile marking his features. One that he allowed to linger. Their first song seeming to shift, Taika bounded to his side and gave him a look that was not hard to interpret. Tithe glared at her, barest tips of his teeth showing in his polite ‘no’. The gypsy glared at him and nipped his heels, sending him dashing into the dance circle.

Just as his paws hit the ground the feeling of Pandora’s proximity slammed into his body, catching his breath. The usually solid soldier froze in his tracks, eyes searching for the golden woman who had captured a part of him. Gaze found her and a feeling of relief and uncertainty filled him. She seemed to be pointedly ignoring him, watching everything else that was going on. It stung, but not as much as Taika’s continued nips at his feet.

“Fine.” He growled with playful affection at the much smaller girl. His face shifting to polite pleasure he trotted up to Sidhe. Bowing his black and steel head to her, he took up Taika’s place as a dance partner. His body was not as effortlessly fluid as the gypsies, his bulk build more for fighting than playing. But his skills in the movement of battle and hunt aided his dancing as he matched Sidhe’s twists and turns. Another bow, and a pleasant smile, trying to ignore the tickling in his chest with Pandora so near, he stepped back out of the circle and into the growing, watching crowd.

Instinct told him to seek out his Imprint. He longed to be close to her, ensure she was healthy, whole, and happy. It took all of his effort to resolutely step to the other side, giving the woman the space she possibly desired until he knew for certain otherwise. Instead, there was a male who had caught his attention. From what he had witnessed the male seemed polite and kind to those around him, also standing by the side but with his eyes on those around him. It had struck a chord of familiarity.Quietly, he approached the form of Kogto and nodded his head to him.

“Greetings, welcome to Spirane.” Tithe stood before him, attentive but at ease as he studied someone who seemed to act exactly as he had when he had first come to the mountains.