Wolf RPG

 

Adjusting to being in a pack again was strange. Asherah had a deep desire to meet her packmates, to talk to adults again, and this surprised her. She was fearful of trusting another pack, of more wolves, but at the smallest opportunity her heart leapt at the prospect with deep yearning. She was never meant to be a lone wolf, this she had learned. She was always meant to help and be helped, to live with others and support a greater good. She had fed her children, and been fed herself. She worried of letting them wander too far but knew that they were safe here. She believed that Molech had sent Thuringwethil to find her, and under Thuringwethil's protection they would be safe. She allowed them to journey further from her than ever before, though any child their age would have scoffed at this small distance.

She was teaching herself again, learning to let them grow. She had found a forgotten den beneath the roots of a tree near where Thuringwethil had left them. This was their new den, their home. Already she noticed a change in them, the brightness of their eyes and coats, the shadows of weight returning to their frames. They would soon be back to normal, back to healthy young wolves. So today she would test herself, and test them. She had told them she would be taking a walk now, and leaving them here. She'd be gone for a while, but not too long. They were to stay here, in or around the den. They may go to the nearby lake for water, but no further. They were to care for each other. If they grew scared, they could howl for her.

THey were visibly frightened by the idea, but excited. She left them, kissing and nuzzling them both, and began to teach herself the ways of this new area. She hoped to meet another wolf, to have a conversation without Elohim interrupting with his eager joyful voice, and without Anatha pressed into her legs. She wanted them to learn, and she wanted herself to learn too. So she began to walk, savoring the silence and taking to memory the trail. Her heart beat fast within her chest and she had to remind herself of the safety here, but she was doing it. She was letting them all grow.

He heard of the newer wolves Thuringwethil has taken in. More outsiders. More mouths to feed. More children that are not their own. He didn’t quite voice these concerns to anyone except his brother but even there, there isn’t much there. He knows the tension within Drageda can be tense depending on who is around. As much as Arlo would prefer wolves of Trigeda coming to their doorstep as he had, he tries to take it with a grain of salt until they’ve proven to be followers of their ways.
 
Arlo does not make a point to find them, but he does note a scent he’s unfamiliar with and manages to follow it through the maze of redwoods. Her red form makes him think of Wildfire at first and while he can tell she is a mother, it is not the same. The large wolf buffs softly as he circles into view of the stranger.