Silver Creek miserere mei, deus

WC: 764

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Oryx had spent a great deal of her time in the growing pack by herself, minding her business but being productive as well. She was aware that Emerson was also gathering herbs, and possibly there were others doing the same...As with winter drawing closer and closer, she felt the pressure of finding what herbs she could and could tell by the way the banks of the creek had been ravaged that others were doing the same. Still, it meant that they would be prepared, and perhaps, she thought, they could pool their knowledge so that each woman in the pack would make a suitable healer and midwife. They would then have nothing to worry about when whelping season came along, and she figured that the other females, like herself, had yet to birth pups and might be a bit nervous about the whole thing. But with so many capable medics about...Surely they would be alright.

Her encounters with the males in the pack were relatively brief; she knew better than to take up their time, and knew to be seen being productive as she went along rather than dogging them and distracting them from their business. They hunted for the pack, and patrolled the borders and kept them safe, so she did her best to keep busy- and pretty- in her own time. She of course, couldn’t help herself but monitor the way the males tended to move, noting particular patterns in their schedules and had more or less figured out a way to cross paths with a certain, champagne-eyed male who almost always sported a handsome, cheshire grin. Of course, she didn’t make a habit of doing so every day, but every other day their paths seemed to cross as she had made her own schedule to allow for that beloved crossing of paths.

On this day, though, she found her path merging with one belonging to another Odolf, but she didn’t alter her course to avoid Addison, as she might have had the path belonged to Cyclone or Faeryn- two wolves that Oryx did not ultimately trust. Faeryn was too bold, and perhaps drawn toward a life that was not one traditionally accepted by the wolves of Rosings, though Oryx had not told a soul about what she had seen or heard from the female. She wanted more than was probably allowed for the Odolf females, and therefore, she frightened Oryx. She did not wish to associate with another wolf who could possibly drag her into trouble, and wanted to keep her own slate perfectly clean so that she had a greater chance of being chosen.

How would she feel, then, if Faeryn was chosen to be the wife of one of the Odolf brothers? Would she be able to bite her tongue, or would she sell the female out? Doing so after the decision was made might make her look bad, and she certainly did not want her decision to backfire. Would it then be best to perhaps confide in another wolf, one who was definitely proper? She knew exactly which wolf she would easily choose as a confidente- but at the same time, would it be frowned upon for her to talk about another one of their packmates? Would she be condemned for not keeping her mouth shut? She was rife with indecision, and whenever Oryx found herself perplexed, she often found it easiest simply just keeping her mouth shut. Now, if she was asked, though...Then she could not be reprimanded for simply speaking the truth, right? First, though, she had to establish the fact that she was abiding the laws, and earn herself a good reputation. And she knew there were two female wolves she needed and wanted to impress.

So when she caught sight of Addison in the distance, she felt relieved. Addison was perhaps the best example of what they were to be, so she was much admired and revered. She approached, head at a respectful angle with her spine and her white-tipped tail swinging gently from hock to hock. Her silver-blue eyes shone as she approached the female who she assumed, without question, was the lead female of the pack, and gave her a respectful bow and affectionate smile. ”Addison,” She greeted, her high voice light and shimmering with reverence. ”Do you mind if I join you?” She asked fervently, one forepaw dangling as though to demonstrate the fact that if Addison preferred to be left alone, then she would simply vanish as soon as the preference was given.

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