November 05, 2015, 11:54 AM
Mark. Spirit. Moon. Spirit Pack. Old Pack. Fear. Power. Howlsounds. Howlsounding.
To translate:
Aran had lain low on the fringes of the Spirit`s land. Moon`s Peer, she had called the big hill.
He carefully padded through a clearing to the border, marking against a tree. His personalscent was firmly embedded into the Packscent, what with all the marking he`d been doing. It was probably time he visited the rest of the Pack, and face his fear.
They`d know nothing about him. Here, he wasn`t bad. Bad pup. Bad thing. Bad Aran Nathaniel. Here he was just Aran, which was good because "Aran Nathaniel" was his only phrase. Just "Aran" was manageable.
He snorted bitterly at the arrogant subordinates stood on ridges and outcrops of stone. He should have been like them 12 moons ago, a proud yearling starting to patrol the territory. But some healer insisted that the next pup to be born must bear the Pack`s sins, and all that badger dirt.
They were arrogant and cocky, so Aran was interested when they all bowed their heads and moved back from their posts...and a wolf padded out.
This wolf, this wolf radiated power.
Aran didn`t know most of these words, of course. He had phrases, basic words and some of his own invention, that tugged on his brain, pulling up memories in a string of five or six wordsAran immediately dubbed the wolf Power. The perfect tugword. Now he had met the Spirit and Power, both Alphas.
Young as this freckled little wolf was, his howlsound was pure Alpha. He sang of words beyond Aran`s literary capabilities, but he understood key tugwords like "claim", "Pack" and "together".
Many voices joined the howlsound, harmonising with Power`s deep voice in all ages, genders and ranks.
Aran`s fur tingled with shame as he realized something - he`d never learnt to howl. Such a thing was practically unheard of, as Aran knew the howlsound was an instinct, but as a pup he had been punished for any noise he made.
He would have to learn like a pup,then. Aran opened his mouth and added a... high-pitched yipping to the beautiful howlsound.
Mortified, he yapped along as long as he could bear before he slunk away in embarrassment.
To translate:
Aran had lain low on the fringes of the Spirit`s land. Moon`s Peer, she had called the big hill.
He carefully padded through a clearing to the border, marking against a tree. His personalscent was firmly embedded into the Packscent, what with all the marking he`d been doing. It was probably time he visited the rest of the Pack, and face his fear.
They`d know nothing about him. Here, he wasn`t bad. Bad pup. Bad thing. Bad Aran Nathaniel. Here he was just Aran, which was good because "Aran Nathaniel" was his only phrase. Just "Aran" was manageable.
He snorted bitterly at the arrogant subordinates stood on ridges and outcrops of stone. He should have been like them 12 moons ago, a proud yearling starting to patrol the territory. But some healer insisted that the next pup to be born must bear the Pack`s sins, and all that badger dirt.
They were arrogant and cocky, so Aran was interested when they all bowed their heads and moved back from their posts...and a wolf padded out.
This wolf, this wolf radiated power.
Aran didn`t know most of these words, of course. He had phrases, basic words and some of his own invention, that tugged on his brain, pulling up memories in a string of five or six wordsAran immediately dubbed the wolf Power. The perfect tugword. Now he had met the Spirit and Power, both Alphas.
Young as this freckled little wolf was, his howlsound was pure Alpha. He sang of words beyond Aran`s literary capabilities, but he understood key tugwords like "claim", "Pack" and "together".
Many voices joined the howlsound, harmonising with Power`s deep voice in all ages, genders and ranks.
Aran`s fur tingled with shame as he realized something - he`d never learnt to howl. Such a thing was practically unheard of, as Aran knew the howlsound was an instinct, but as a pup he had been punished for any noise he made.
He would have to learn like a pup,then. Aran opened his mouth and added a... high-pitched yipping to the beautiful howlsound.
Mortified, he yapped along as long as he could bear before he slunk away in embarrassment.
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