otherwise they would not be worshipped

Derg · January 07, 2019, 02:02 PM

He'd left his sister.
Like the pathetic, weedy creature he was. Slithering away from her side as he had too many times before.
It brought a weight on his shoulders, a weight he didn't know how long he could bear for. But he didn't want to join a pack of a friend. No matter how deep or shallow the bond ran. He may return to her when she seeks him; for her pack. Not the empire she should make.
No, just a pack on a slither of territory like the rest.
The thoughts set him grumbling, but he'd return. He knew that. He'd promised that; his word was his word. Like his sister's word was hers.
Before long, he found himself in a cold and dismal place. Unyielding, yet somewhat homely. Caves around, yet... a mystery. He was interested, he wanted to explore. He needed to eat.

A fox's cry pierced the air, setting him in that direction. Steady, easy. He wasn't concerned for availability. Not until he beheld the tundrian that stood over the corpse, finishing his meal. His maw hung slightly ajar. Surprise was a feeling Derg didn't often feel.

He chuffed softly, hoping to alert the man, but not startle him. His tail hung by his ankles with a soft wave of greeting, no dominance, no fear. A submissive-neutrality. He didn't want to fight today.
"What are you doing so far from home, friend?"
His voice softer, clearer. He hated the sound of it.
Perhaps why he'd stopped speaking, yet others seemed to not be so opposed to it as he.

It was strange to see such protector -- guardian -- so far from the borders of the pack. Had he left? Was he thinking of leaving? Much like his cowardly ass had left Grezig.

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