Tithe

Tithe stretched himself before settling himself on the ground in a laying position. He had become used to his large body being intimidating to those around him and had formed the habit of resting in this relaxed position when speaking to others. It was a pose of attentive respect. No threat and no worry between any and all. He did not believe Pan would worry about him attacking or challenging him, this had just become habit. His eyes watched the golden elder, all senses trained on him to hear all that was said. He nodded in understanding and agreement.

“I have met the Alphas of Asteraia. I would not send Roman to them alone. With us by his side all our perceptions can be combined to form a well thought position.” The knight’s mind was already working and considering how such a meeting would go. The information he had gathered under orders of Daenerys weighed heavily on his mind. He would be curious to know more, and to hear what this man had to say about the pack.

“The Sage of Taviora and I have a working relationship. We have discussed an exchange of pups, or of wolves, to learn trades in each of our lands. I have offered to spend a season in the forests as a show of good faith so we could know each other. I am thoughtful of the idea of growing such a practice to other packs. Each territory has something different to offer the expanding minds of the youth. My concern is their safety. Treaties or no.” He continued to muse to himself on this thought. A lot of work would have to be done. It was his firm belief that friendships and ties were born of individuals as opposed to packs. Spending seasons with others, forming those bonds of bodies and blood would forge a link far stronger than one of words.

“I can begin my task in Taviora. I have also visited and met Eden in Glorall. I see wisdom in strengthening an existing relationship. But also in creating new ones.”