Hi! Your colors are so beautiful. I would love to be part of your pack. X3
Milton was happy but he wanted to be happier. He walked and he tried to find a pack that he might join. He did not know if anyone would want him because he did not know how to do everything. Milton was scared that he would not be liked if he tried to join another pack. Milton wanted to be liked by his friends and he wanted to be loved. He found a pack border and he sniffed it. His made his auds go up and he listened to see if there was a wolf nearby. He wanted to see if they would let him in their pack.
Milton did not see anyone yet. Milton howled to see if someone would come to the edge because he did not want to be attacked for going into a pack he did not belong to yet. He wanted to make a good first impression. Milton was afraid that he would not make a good impression if he trespassed. He had never liked wolves that trespassed because it was rude and he did not like rude wolves. Milton waited with his tassel curled around his paws. He watched with wide hot hot pink eyes.
Thinner and more fatigued by the day, Alarian was nonetheless out and hunting along the borders when he heard the call. He couldn't stomach anything yet; everything he caught went to the caches. The Governor immediately abandoned his hunting at the unfamiliar howl, turning promptly to answer the call. Another joiner, he figured; part of him wondered if the wolf would be from Grimnismal, another poor soul fleeing the bear.
The male he approached didn't look anything like a refugee, though. He was deep brown, with striking pink eyes; not bad looking, actually. Alarian chuffed as he approached, tail swishing. Hello,
He offered a careful smile as he drew nearer. Welcome to the Bracken Sanctuary. I'm Alarian, the Governor; are you looking for temporary shelter, a home, or just some help?
Alright, Milt.
Alarian decided, feeling slightly guilty for taking advantage of his position in a weird way. But, you know, Milt really fit this guy. So he was Milt. He tuned out for a beat, but managed to catch something about protecting the pack and not being able to swim. Oh, uh, I could probably teach you how to swim.
Shit, why did he say that?
We also have a mercenary and an aspiring mercenary at the Sanctuary. If you're serious about pursuing it, you could see if either of them would teach you; although, our mercenary is heavily pregnant right now, so you'd have to wait to talk to her.
He stifled a laugh at the thought of sending Milt to Vilkas or Queenie, realizing then that he wasn't particularly fond of either of the Sanctuary's mercenaries.
He paused his stride, trying not to feel overwhelmed by Milt's energy, but it was proving difficult. Alarian nodded, smiled weakly. Thanks. You're pretty cool, too.
The words were quiet, his gaze flitting past the other male. He spotted Ulf, then— and immediately relaxed a little, expression softening for a few beats as he looked at the dog. Already, Alarian had a terrible soft spot for him— and if Ulf was worried about crowding him, he was worrying for nothing.
Feeling a bit more comfortable now with his friend silently observing, he turned his attention back to Milt. Here at the Sanctuary, we all try to help each other when we can. As for flowers— we have a lot, at Paradise Garden. It's that way—
He gestured towards the northern borders. Lots of butterflies, too.
Gesturing towards the Broken Boulder (he didn't want to move any further from Ulf, and it was at least in sight now), he continued. Most of the pack makes their dens in there— the place where the boulders are split. There are tunnels down there. Caverns.
The stranger was so...lively. Loud words that caused his ears to press back against his crown. They all jumbled together in his brain and caused his lips to press tightly together. He tried to focus on the familiar voice of Alarian, hoping to not get lost in his words.
It was hard to keep up with the directions, topics, and just the general atmosphere. Feeling as awkward as one possibly could, he shifted his weight carefully on his paws wondering when things would settle down in his mind.
Alarian tensed a little when Milt asked if Ulf was his pet. His name is Ulf, and he's absolutely not my pet— he's not anyone's pet. He's my friend, and part of Bracken Sanctuary,
Honestly, he got the feeling Milt was a little slow, so he couldn't bring himself to really be angry— but he was firm nonetheless. Then, he moved on, eager to forget that uncomfortable part of the conversation. I'm glad you like it here, Milt. Is there anything else you need, or should I let you get to making new friends?
He figured if he worded it in a way that sounded exciting, dude would go for the bait. Like a kid, yeah?
Maybe he was getting better at this leader thing.
He didn't understand a lot of the conversation. All the words whirled past him faster than he could keep up with. Although he did notice one word. A name actually - his name. His ears stood tall as he waited for something to be said to him. Yet nothing was ever directed towards him.
His head tilted softly as the loud wolf moved away from the scene. Cautiously he approached Alarian, now more comfortable with interrupting the gold-kissed male. All okay?
He asked the Governor softly with a gentle smile.
He was undeniably relieved when Milton finally left; honestly, what had Ali ever done to deserve that, anyway? What was the deal there? Maybe, he thought, the sea witch had cursed him— maybe that was why everything sucked and the universe had aligned in just the right way to stick the most horrifyingly cheerful, oblivious wolf in the world right in Alarian's face. Thanks yall.
Alarian turned to Ulf as he approached, already relieved and calming slightly to see his friend's gentle expression. Yeah,
He told him with an affectionate smile, tail swishing now. Then he gestured in the direction of Paradise Garden, a question behind his gaze. If Ulf accepted his invitation, he'd lead him there— if not, well. Whatever his friend wanted to do, he'd happily shadow him for awhile if allowed. There was something calming about the wolfdog's presence; maybe this counted as using him, in a way.
Alarian had already accepted that he was pretty awful, though, and that was okay with him.