November 13, 2018, 10:12 PM
She spoke of another wolf she met from the North. At first he was interested, thinking that maybe she had met Guildenstern, this one and only brother. The grey beast that headed out of home just as Rosencrantz had for similar reasons. They decided to part ways for the time being, spread and conquer, but if they'd find one another again in their wandering, that they would stay together and continue from then on as a duo.
A part of him wished Guildenstern would appear sooner rather than later, but to think that maybe he had already found a partner and spreading their genes in another part of the world was good enough to keep his heart pleased without the grey brother of his. Still, a capable warrior to come to when needed, a hunting partner to keep their bellies filled with larger prey. It was a pleasant dream to keep Rosencrantz's mood as positive as it could.
Even Rosencrantz was wise to know that he couldn't take on a pack on his own, and even one more made life much more easier. I'm not familiar with them. The North was as vast as anything, he was certain the South was just as big and that he had much to discover. So the chances of him knowing of another pack just because they were "north" was slim.
Clearly he has a special bond with you. He pointed out as the female smiled. He himself has never felt what she currently was or had. He had one mission in life and it was not to be charmed. Perhaps it was due to his upbringing. Father and mother mated simply because they were the strongest of the pack, it was quite possible he had younger brothers and sisters now that he may never meet, but it was nothing about "love". Genetics meant everything. To better the next generation, bigger, stronger, smarter. That was their goal.
A slight narrowing of his eyes showed the mild displeasure in her answer. It was vague, and he disliked how vague she was being with him. But there was nothing more he could do about it other than pushing the enveloppe. Every pack have different requirements for a leader. I guarantee yours differs from mine. Was all he had to say in the matter. Some packs preffered intelligence, strength, family and or loyalty. Some were a group of misfits who just leaned on the eldest as a makeshift parent figure. But it was clear she was hiding something from him.
My brother and I both left to expand our gene pool. Find new homes before ours became a cesspool of inbreeding. There was no need to hide his reasonings for leaving home. It didn't shame him and he knew he was always welcome back if necessary. But he himself was determined to expand his future's genetics, a healthy brood with fresh genes to continue. Many of the younglings have done so as of late.
A part of him wished Guildenstern would appear sooner rather than later, but to think that maybe he had already found a partner and spreading their genes in another part of the world was good enough to keep his heart pleased without the grey brother of his. Still, a capable warrior to come to when needed, a hunting partner to keep their bellies filled with larger prey. It was a pleasant dream to keep Rosencrantz's mood as positive as it could.
Even Rosencrantz was wise to know that he couldn't take on a pack on his own, and even one more made life much more easier. I'm not familiar with them. The North was as vast as anything, he was certain the South was just as big and that he had much to discover. So the chances of him knowing of another pack just because they were "north" was slim.
Clearly he has a special bond with you. He pointed out as the female smiled. He himself has never felt what she currently was or had. He had one mission in life and it was not to be charmed. Perhaps it was due to his upbringing. Father and mother mated simply because they were the strongest of the pack, it was quite possible he had younger brothers and sisters now that he may never meet, but it was nothing about "love". Genetics meant everything. To better the next generation, bigger, stronger, smarter. That was their goal.
A slight narrowing of his eyes showed the mild displeasure in her answer. It was vague, and he disliked how vague she was being with him. But there was nothing more he could do about it other than pushing the enveloppe. Every pack have different requirements for a leader. I guarantee yours differs from mine. Was all he had to say in the matter. Some packs preffered intelligence, strength, family and or loyalty. Some were a group of misfits who just leaned on the eldest as a makeshift parent figure. But it was clear she was hiding something from him.
My brother and I both left to expand our gene pool. Find new homes before ours became a cesspool of inbreeding. There was no need to hide his reasonings for leaving home. It didn't shame him and he knew he was always welcome back if necessary. But he himself was determined to expand his future's genetics, a healthy brood with fresh genes to continue. Many of the younglings have done so as of late.
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And then walk until our feet are torn - by RIP Niamh - November 12, 2018, 09:25 PM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by Rosencrantz - November 12, 2018, 09:48 PM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by RIP Niamh - November 12, 2018, 10:06 PM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by Rosencrantz - November 12, 2018, 11:17 PM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by RIP Niamh - November 12, 2018, 11:45 PM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by Rosencrantz - November 13, 2018, 12:09 AM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by RIP Niamh - November 13, 2018, 12:36 AM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by Rosencrantz - November 13, 2018, 10:15 AM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by RIP Niamh - November 13, 2018, 03:21 PM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by Rosencrantz - November 13, 2018, 10:12 PM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by RIP Niamh - November 14, 2018, 12:18 AM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by Rosencrantz - November 14, 2018, 12:44 AM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by RIP Niamh - November 14, 2018, 01:14 AM