Wolf RPG

Chaska had been thinking on many things. His tales, the near-death of the pup, his own past. He needed something to relieve himself from it all. And then he remembered something. One of the parts of being chronicler was not only telling stories, but also knowing the history of the pack. Yet he knew little, except for what Fitzdutiful had told him. But who could he tell? It had to be someone new. Someone...

The idea came like a speeding train when a scent came along. He had smelt it before, but had never met it's owner formally. The perfect test. He tracks it, following along, not knowing it was @Steady.

Steady had been out and about that day, roaming the lands, almost getting lost in his thoughts as he did so.  He was settling in quite nicely, but knew his social duties were taking a back seat to his patrols. His protective instincts dictated that he needed to make sure the pack was safe and no intruders made it into the pack lands.

Today was no different. He was walking along, his nose in the air, trying to pick up anything out of place, when a noise from behind him reached his ears. He turned, and found a male he hadn't yet met. He lowered his tail, wagging it as he did so. Hello, he said simply.

Chaska caught sight of the black wolf, and gave a quick nod of greeting his way, his own tail lowering and wagging slightly. "Greetings...I have to say, I believe we have not met" he stated, cocking his head a little to the left. After he would get to know this wolf, he would be sure to do what he came out of his den to do. "I am Chaska. You could say I am the 'story-teller' of this pack." He sat on his haunches, awaiting a reply.

"Would you care to know some history on this pack? I may not have been here for a year, but as t turns out, it is part of my trade to do so."

The grey male pointed out that they hadn't met yet, and Steady nodded in agreement. You're right, we haven't, he said. Nice to meet you, Chaska. I'm Steady, FitzDutiful's brother, and working towards a warrior trade. He mimicked the other male, sitting back on his haunches as he offered to tell Steady the pack's history.

He nodded, Yeah, I'd like that, he said. When Steady had been accepted into his brother's pack, he had gotten straight to work on protecting it, and hadn't had the opportunity to learn of its past. His ears perked, he was excited to get to know what the pack was like before he got here.

Chaska's jaw almost dropped. He never knew Fitz had a brother. And let alone had a brother in the pack. It amazed him to know that. And it would definitely be a privilege for the grey story teller to tell the black wolf the history of the back. "I..I am honored to meet the brother of Fitz. I never even knew he had one!"

Before he got to overexcited, he began reciting what he knew. He cleared his throat, stretching his throat muscles.

"Based on what your brother once told me, he and his mate left a pack called the Redhawk Caldera, and found two others along the way, one of who I have met, but the other I have not. And both are gone. Where to, I don't know..Anyway, I joined some time after forming, or so I guess. Many have come and go. A couple of months back, I think it was, a large storm came through. We weren't in too much trouble from it, but I could see it from a distance. It was terrible. From then to now, not much has happened. Except that attack by that puma." Just thinking back sent a shiver. "Of course, I know you were there for that."

Steady smiled a little sheepishly as Chaska said he was honored to meet him. That was the first time anyone had said that to him. Ah, it's no big deal, he said. Just family. In his reality, family was a big thing, but Steady didn't consider himself any better than anyone else just because his brother happen to be the Alpha of the pack.

He was intently listening as Chaska told him of the pack's history, how his brother, and presumably June and Mason's mother, left their pack to found a new one. He nodded in understanding about the storm. That was a terrible storm, he said. He believed he had gone through the same one when he was traveling to find his brother. It hadn't been as strong as it was here, though. At the mention of the puma, Steady stiffened just a little. He wished he could have tracked that cat down and hung it by its tail from a tree to be feasted upon by whatever predator happened by. The cat would still be alive, of course.

Leaving the thoughts behind, he wondered if Chaska might have a bit of information Steady hadn't gathered yet. Do you know of Fitz' previous mate- Mason and June's mother? What happened to her? he asked softly. He knew bringing up the subject to his brother, niece and nephew could cause an awful lot of pain, but he hoped it wouldn't for Chaska. He wasn't aware of any ties the other male might have.

Chaska wanted to say it was a big deal. He had always been taught that the alpha was to be the most respected of all the pack. And that included family members. Such as brothers and sisters, sons and daughters. But if they didn't want that kind of praise, that he could respect.

"It was" he replied after Steady's remark on the storm. "Wind's that roared more than any creature ever heard from me. Tearing trees from the ground by their roots. In all my years, never have I seen anything like it." The sight would send any creature running for cover. Even if it was at a long distance. He remembered the howling and roaring winds, the flying dirt and trees in the distance. The screeching of birds. And at some point, an area of light in the distance. Fire, possibly. But he never did find out.

Chaska cocked his head. In actual fact, he had never met her, and also never really thought about it. Now that he did think about it, the children were older than the time Zaria and Fitz had been together. "I..I don't believe I ever met her. And with that, never knew what happened. Didn't know something ever did happen." Now that made him curious. Although, not too curious to pry.

Steady frowned as Chaska went into more detail about the storm and how violent it had been. That sounds awful, he replied. After hearing that, the storm he had waited out while traveling didn't sound at all like what they had been through. Sure, there were a few uprooted trees, but the land was basically the same, save a little wetter. I hope no one was injured, he added.

Steady second guessed his question when the other male admitted he never even knew anything had happened to Fitz' previous mate. He didn't want to spread gossip, and obviously no one else did since Chaska knew nothing of her. Ah, well. No big deal, he said casually, trying to brush it off as it was nothing, and hoping Chaska believed that.

No doubt there had been some injured by the storm. Possibly even killed. But he knew of none, except for those who had disappeared afterwards. They were most likely dead, or joined with others, presuming we were dead. Yet Chaska felt no sorrow for them, for he did not know them. He nodded in agreement, his tail lowering and his head bowing in respect to those lost.

Chaska had to wonder why Fitz's old mate had left. He knew nothing of the relationship, but it must have been bad if she left. Especially with the two children. "Well, I am sure he is happy now with Zaria...have you ever felt happy? Like that?" he asked, moving his bowed head a little up so his eyes were pointing up to the black wolf's nose. He had never felt love like that. And he doubted he ever would before age caught up with him.

Chaska didn't respond to his comment about hoping no one was injured. Steady wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. It could be no one was injured enough to speak of, or it could mean loved ones were lost. Steady wasn't going to ask, though, in case it was the latter.

He nodded in agreement. Yes, they do seem happy, he replied. He shook his head at the next question. No, but I got close once, not too long ago. It didn't work out, though. He didn't lay any blame on either of them for why it hadn't worked out. They just had different views, and it turned out to be a deal breaker. What about you? Do you have a mate? he asked, his head slightly tilting to the side.

Chaska lowered his head with sympathy. Even though he didn't know what it was like to have a falling out, or anything like that, he could imagine only the worst. That a large fight had taken place. Of course, that was nothing like what had happened. But that was Chaska. Thinking of the worst outcome first.

He shook his head. "Never. Haven't even experienced that type of compassion. Well, only from my mother. But not in that way!" he quickly corrected. No way would he ever want to be seen as that kind of wolf. He felt a little stupid for saying that. Of course Steady wouldn't take it like that. But it was too late to take back the clarification, that probably had made it sound more stupid than it was.

Chaska confided that he had never had anyone like that before, chuckling when the other male felt the need to clarify the love with his mother was platonic. Well, you're still young yet. Don't give up hope, he said. Steady himself wasn't exactly looking at the moment, instead focusing on finding his place within the pack. But, he certainly wouldn't turn love away if it found him.

Stretching, Steady shook his fur out and stood. I need to get back to my patrols, he said. It was nice meeting you, and I appreciate you taking the time to tell me about the history of the pack, he added, smiling. He waited to see if Chaska would say anything further.

Chaska chuckled along with them. It was good to see that he found it funny. And now that he thought about it, it was pretty funny about how he clarified it. "Thanks. I'll try to remember that" he replied to Steady's comment. And he would not give up hope. For whatever reason.

Chaska stretched his legs forward. It was time for him to leave to and, well do whatever came to mind. Maybe work more on another tale. Or something. "Likewise. And thank you for sparing the time to allow me to do so." He gave a formal bow of his head, then cantered away.