Post by Lady Cattenborough on Nov 10, 2012 22:53:17 GMT -5
A meeting had been arranged as a new pack had formed in the pine barrens of the lowlands. The alphas were to meet near the Painted Woods in the lowlands, to discuss pack relations. It was a thing that the Big Yan was an old hand at. He had played diplomat for many years, preferring to talk rather than fight.
In rough seasons, the packs would need each other for shelter, to come together for hunts and, if it came to it, exchange willing members to encourage genetic diversity. For these reasons, and many more, the old wolf and his plain, scrawny daughter sat in the afternoon sun as they waited for Sanctum.
It had taken them three hours to make the trek down the mountainside and across the hilly lowlands to the outskirts of the woodland. They took their waiting time to rest, and relax and gather thoughts. From what the alpha knew, Sanctum was a military man, and orderly to boot. They had, he assumed, a mutual understanding of the importance of respect, and this, the old wolf hoped to exploit. He had high hopes for the meeting – if the small packs were to survive, friendship and support must be established.
He did, however, speculate with caution. Things could very quickly turn sour. In his mind, the Big Yan thought he could probably persuade the other not to act rashly with his sheer size and weight. Elsa, on the other hand, could flee much faster than he could, and, as he had learned once, she could scramble up a lenient tree.
Elsa herself was idly sniffing at the dirt, wagging her tail as she trotted around. She was slightly worried, but not overly – her father, she had faith, could protect her.
In rough seasons, the packs would need each other for shelter, to come together for hunts and, if it came to it, exchange willing members to encourage genetic diversity. For these reasons, and many more, the old wolf and his plain, scrawny daughter sat in the afternoon sun as they waited for Sanctum.
It had taken them three hours to make the trek down the mountainside and across the hilly lowlands to the outskirts of the woodland. They took their waiting time to rest, and relax and gather thoughts. From what the alpha knew, Sanctum was a military man, and orderly to boot. They had, he assumed, a mutual understanding of the importance of respect, and this, the old wolf hoped to exploit. He had high hopes for the meeting – if the small packs were to survive, friendship and support must be established.
He did, however, speculate with caution. Things could very quickly turn sour. In his mind, the Big Yan thought he could probably persuade the other not to act rashly with his sheer size and weight. Elsa, on the other hand, could flee much faster than he could, and, as he had learned once, she could scramble up a lenient tree.
Elsa herself was idly sniffing at the dirt, wagging her tail as she trotted around. She was slightly worried, but not overly – her father, she had faith, could protect her.
