Redtail Rise Strike Silently

last post from me, we have another thread here: http://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=9194

Truthfully, Arion still did not fully trust Lacinia and therefore his guard was still up, ready to move in case she tried anything on him. One wrong move and it would be her snout shoved into the dirt, he wanted to tolerate her and trust her but he could not do so until he had further proof that she was loyal to the pack and would not attack him. Trust was hard to gain with the greek male, he was suspicious of most and it would take time to get through his thick armor unless he allowed the other in.

Keen ears caught the sound of her sitting down and he felt a slight shiver run down his spine when she placed her paws on his shoulders, there was something about his black furred packmate that he could not place, but with time, he would get through her, just like how he had with all the others. Then Lacinia spoke, saying he, Arion seemed a bit tense and that he should just feel and not think. Like hell that was going to happen, thinking was his life, feeling on the other hand...

He felt a slight pressure on his shoulder and then he felt his muscles relax, involuntarily and made Arion realize exactly how tense his muscles had been. So that was the skill she possessed, a healer back in Cerberus's Pavilion had similar skills, the greek knew that from the rituals he performed on others but once he did, he was to be moved into a den where none of the other packmates other than the leaders could see him. The wolf who practiced such arts were also seers of sorts, but Arion doubted Lacinia was a seer, no use asking her about the gods then.

Then his packmate stopped, rose onto her paws and trotted back a bit, reminding him that this was simply a taste of what she could do, Aklaq then said that if he was deserving, she wouldn't mind continuing but it was enough for today. Arion rose to his paws and turned around, honey eyes catching the innocent look on her face as she turned around, ready to leave. "I'll see you later," he said and trotted away.

The chocolate nobleman would ask her next time, what he had to do if he was to be deserving.