He is good. Her Pretty Rhett. He does not stare and does not speak ill of her actions. He talks about things she does not know, but will know and understand one day, and he does not shame her. He explains. He tries and she is grateful. Provider teaches her and it comes through and sometimes it is fuzzy, but Provider helps. Provider said she would be in charge, but she does not understand why she gets it. Brother is...is...normal. This she knows. This she sees. Why it is not him she does not know, but she loves Brother dearly. He is good to her. He helps when he can. Nevermore does not realize it, but she has support and she will need all the support she can get. She can learn and she can be taught, but it will take repetition, time, and so much patience. She cannot help but wave her tail slightly as he explains that all will make sense. Maybe he can help her, show her that she was capable of understanding. Show her that she is...okay...that she can be normal.
It is when he began to question about the wolves that were in charge of Asteraia did she get a bit nervous. She did not grow up listening to the whispers of older wolves telling stories about the True Demon of Moladion. She knows Protector is dangerous, she knows he is not good to be around when he is in one of his spells. Yet he can be gentle. She knows he can be good. He may not be one that engages in play like Brother or even Provider, but in this moments when she is in his presence and they are both calm it is...peaceful...and special. However, she knows what he is capable of. She has seen him kill, but she has never joined him on one before. She knows though...and she does not want Pretty Rhett to suffer their fate. Pretty Rhett is hers she is sure, her scent is on him, she is claiming him, but to be sure...she has to be sure. As he exclaims in shock that he could possibly be eaten she is pleased when he pressed his golden form into her shadowy hued figure. That he is close provides her this chance, gently she swings her muzzle towards his neck and gently she presses her teeth into it, a soft playful bite, one that does not harm, and she is satisfied. He is hers and she explains slowly trying to help him understand.
“No, but one day maybe. Provider allows all wolves to live here, even ones like Protector,...and no one eats anyone that is pack. You are pack...you are safe...you are...mine.”
Yes. He is hers. She is territorial and as a young pup she is expressing such a thing. It is good that she is understanding that she is allowed to claim others, but it is how she treats them that should be observed. She does not treat as if he is below her rather she places him on a high pedestal. With a joyful bark she gently shoves her shoulder into him subtly pushing him into the direction of where he would stay. He was leaving his home and coming here. She had no concept of understanding how it would feel to leave the home of a place where he was born, but she just knew she wanted him close to her. Besides she didn’t want him to experience Protector stumbling into his own den. Perhaps if he stayed with her and Brother he would be immersed with their scent and be safe. Eventually they would come across the valley with a smooth clear river running through it and there along the walls of the tall hills were a few caverns and they would stop at the first one that was quite large holding the scent of Provider, Protector, and the other woman that was like Provider too.
“This is Protector and Provider’s den. They have she-wolf of Red and White in there too, she is like Provider, but...she no speak. Provider and Red and White are somewhere else.”
She whispers these words so very carefully. The sun is out. She knows that he sleeps. It is best not to wake him. She does not wish to anger him. She nods and continues to walk straight and soon they would come across the den that was a few yards away. Provider said this would be hers and her Brothers, and they could share it. The mouth was wide and the cave itself was quite deep. This den could hold three large adult wolves comfortably. Brother was in there asleep most likely, but she knew she could wake him she had a guest, a friend they could all play with. Lifting her dial she would look to Pretty Rhett, her tail wagging happily as she boasts where he would stay now.
“This is our den....it is big for us...even when we grow...and you can stay too, we can go see Brother, you will like him. Then tomorrow I show you pack and then we work.”
Happily she nudges him to permit him to enter and there they will meet Brother and discuss what will happen and she is happy, happy that Brother and her friend will all be friends. Yes, friends.