Tithe

Time had barely passed the rain started to pour down harder and harder. Being wet would not have bothered him, but the winds of the mountains would have started to bite through the wet fur. Instead it offered a background sound that made him even happier he was in the comforting dry that his den had to offer. He blinked down at the knuckle bones he had unconsciously grabbed and started to play with in his paws. The first time he had come to Spirane he had brought the bones of a deer. Since then he had kept them close and kept them in his paws when he was home and had to think.

Just a couple of bones. He answered quickly, his voice flat to hid his mild embarrassment at using such a tool to gather his thoughts. The feeling, and the need to disguise it, was immediately wiped away by her onslaught of words. Tithe was quite taken aback by everything Viora seemed to feel the need to tell him and apparently quickly. He made a mental note everything she had done, every skill she claimed and every task she had accomplished. Her credentials were many, most of them stealing and thievery, but knowledge and spying seemed to be keys to her being as well. In just the few moments he had met her, he knew more than he could have ever imagined he would need to, but also not nearly enough. It took him a moment to sort through all the information she had presented to him, particularly a wolf attacking another pack. Her question took him a little by surprise.

Tilting his head, he blinked at her, as if this question almost had not needed to be asked. Nothing. He stated simply. You are skillful, intelligent, and knowledgeable. You have obviously gathered information either from your experience around Moladion, or by gaining experience from another. You have a different outlook on life, though seem to be able to look at things logically and through a clear lense. He eyed her closely, noticing how she also kept a careful watch on him as well as the entrance to their shelter. There is no need for your achievements to ‘go down the drain.’ Please accept a position in my Parlament. Be one of the judge, jury, and voices of this pack. It would be a waste not to have your wealth of knowledge heard and considered.

He stood still as he waited for her answer, curious about how she would answer. Each of the wolves of the pack had a vastly different approach to life, and to speaking to those around them. The pack was vibrant, and he was finding he was enjoying the sparks he was encountering. Even when this one had already promised she would bite.