Meadowlark Prairie Codex

WC: 609

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Bruges was treading on thin ice with these two, he could feel it. The way Wintersbane warned him about the pack, and how they would defend the borders told him enough; that he’d come to a place that would kill another wolf for a simple error they had made. Already he had begun to suspect that he had indeed come to the right place, and that he would find Ceara after all. He began to wonder if it was even worth it- if Ceara was even worth it. But he reminded himself that he wasn’t finding her for her sake- he was going to try and find her in order to redeem himself in Niamh’s eyes. And though generally, his littermate was the only one who could manipulate him into doing stupid things, Niamh had succeeded this time around in making him yearn to please another member of his family. He felt he owed this to her- and possibly owed this to Ambrose too...He owed both of them an apology for his behavior. He wasn’t even sure if Niamh knew that he’d been trying to goad his brother into stealing Niamh’s rank just for fun...He would have to change his attitude regarding those two now that they were adults. He couldn’t play cruel mind games with them anymore and simply expect them to forgive him every time he broke their hearts.

The dark male spoke a name to the petite female, and once again his eyes were drawn to her. She was quiet and ghost-like, a spectre at the side of the dark male, but there was something fixated about her gaze that unsettled him slightly. She seemed to see past him, or through him- rather than looking directly at him. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be in this situation, as something gave him the feeling that he’d possibly become potential prey- but then again, he had to stop himself from over-reacting. They were just wolves, and he was in the neutral territory, and had no alliances with any packs that they would know of. He couldn’t tell if they were suspicious of him belonging to the Redhawks- but he could tell that they were a bit skeptical of him. How would this all play out, he wondered? Would it be in vain? There was still a remarkably large chance that these weren’t even Blackfeather wolves to begin with. But he would attempt to join them in earnest, whether or not they were. He could always leave when he wanted, and he was fast enough that if he left without warning, they wouldn’t possibly be able to take him down.

Finally, the female with the sunken eyes spoke, and he bowed his head respectfully to her. ”My name is Bruges DeMonte,” He said, leaving out the hyphenated portion of his name as he found it might sound a bit too proper and ridiculous, matching a bit too well with his gentleman-like nature. ”I have been wandering for some time now, and with the advent of winter, have been searching for a pack...Would you mind telling me a bit about yours?” He asked politely, still aware of the fact that he might not have come to the right place- and of the fact that they might simply lie and tell him it wasn’t Blackfeather. There was no way to tell- it was simply a gamble, but it was the first pack he’d come across in his travels, so it was worth a try. Worse come to worse, it was one more pack to strike off the map in his search for Blackfeather.

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