Neverwinter Forest Breathless

If Kerberos would have had the ability to read her mind and know that he, accidentally, was causing insecurities that Koontz suffered from to rise up, he would have, indefinitely, felt bad. Just as he did not understand her, she, given their status’ as strangers to one another, likely, couldn’t understand that he was just a socially awkward duckling. It was no one’s fault but his own and he was, honestly, trying to work on it but having been a hermit for most of his life, Kerberos was discovering that old habits truly did die hard, and it was taking a lot of effort coupled with encouragement from Atka. Kerberos understood the ‘Alpha’ and diplomacy part of her out-burst but the ‘Windwalker’ thing just went right over the Aok boy’s head. For a second, Kerberos seriously considered not answering. “Ok,” He finally offered her slowly, not sure why she chose him as a subject to build her skills since he was horrible at socializing. Of course, she probably didn’t have much of an option for, besides herself, he was the only wolf around, currently.

She decided to attempt to save what ever she found salvageable from their…conversation, and started over, starting with her name and a title and a pack name. This was immediately, a little more comfortable to Kerberos than just a random information dump on things that just went right over his ignorant (in the matters of her pack, at least) head. “Beta, huh? T-that’s impressive.” He spoke demurely, glimpsing down at his seaweed wrapped fragile package, wedged tightly and possessively between his front paws. After all, Koontz -- he reminded himself her name was -- couldn’t be much older than himself, if he had to guess. It reminded him of how Jinx and Kaskae had risen to take the helm of Shearwater Bay at a mere six months of age. The reaction had been very mixed from the members, some outraged that two pups were taking up the crown, some supportive. Kerberos fell under the latter group. He would have defended Jinx and Kaskae, willingly, to his last breath if that would have been what it took to ensure they continued to lead. They were his sisters and they had both been taught that valuable skills of leadership by Nanuq. “I’m Kerberos Aok, uh, ex-Mariner from Shearwater Bay.” The title was old but it was all he had. “Current nomad, I guess.” He added almost sheepishly, his tail giving a slight wag behind him.