It wasn't that Parker had never been in a pack before. It was more like, he was unfamiliar of the terms that comes with joining a Pack. All he knew in regards to joining was that, he has to make a howl at the leadership, wait for them to approach him in the border, and interrogate him to see if he will suit the pack, or if he will be of any use. This information only came upon him by his Aunt Mayflower, who very much knew how unknown Parker was to joining another group seperate from one he knows as home after a long while.
So, with his Aunt's words to rely on, and knowing very much that she knew better than him, the male trots near the borders of what he knew belongs to a pack. What pack exactly? He doesn't even know, and he hopes that it won't be too much trouble for them to accept another mouth to feed, with no exact trade aside from being able to follow direct orders, and knowing his place of when to challenge and when to not. He wasn't even sure if they'll accept him. They'll probably laugh, sneer, and then chase him out of the border for how small he was for a full grown adult.
So, when he howled at the leadership, and even after howling, his ears were perked downwards, tail close to his legs but not truly tucking them in, staring at his paws, deep in though at all the negative possibilities this one could all turn into, and he was only trying to take deep breathes.
He can do this.
He can survive this.
If he can survive the taunts and the pushing around of Thompson and his group of larger wolves that teased him to no end, stole his catch and left him with a bruised pride, and a bruised body, then he will be able to make through this. While weaker than others, he was sure, that even with multiple failures, he'll succeed. He knows he has to, lest he wants to die in an unknown place where his Aunt will never know where his fallen body will ever lay.
So, with his Aunt's words to rely on, and knowing very much that she knew better than him, the male trots near the borders of what he knew belongs to a pack. What pack exactly? He doesn't even know, and he hopes that it won't be too much trouble for them to accept another mouth to feed, with no exact trade aside from being able to follow direct orders, and knowing his place of when to challenge and when to not. He wasn't even sure if they'll accept him. They'll probably laugh, sneer, and then chase him out of the border for how small he was for a full grown adult.
So, when he howled at the leadership, and even after howling, his ears were perked downwards, tail close to his legs but not truly tucking them in, staring at his paws, deep in though at all the negative possibilities this one could all turn into, and he was only trying to take deep breathes.
He can do this.
He can survive this.
If he can survive the taunts and the pushing around of Thompson and his group of larger wolves that teased him to no end, stole his catch and left him with a bruised pride, and a bruised body, then he will be able to make through this. While weaker than others, he was sure, that even with multiple failures, he'll succeed. He knows he has to, lest he wants to die in an unknown place where his Aunt will never know where his fallen body will ever lay.
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with great power comes great responsibility - by Parker - May 01, 2018, 01:16 PM
RE: with great power comes great responsibility - by Stark - May 01, 2018, 07:12 PM
RE: with great power comes great responsibility - by Parker - May 01, 2018, 08:05 PM
RE: with great power comes great responsibility - by Stark - May 03, 2018, 09:43 PM