Firestone Hot Springs Wandering crow

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Aether had been generous with his skills, teaching his children any of them that they wished to know, March Owl as well. Crete had never been particularly malevolent - he was a peaceful creature by nature, docile, and gentle. He did not inherently support acts of war, feeling that it was only useful to bring about death and unnecessary carnage. Vengeance and revenge were of the same fold, both borne of underlying selfish desires to seek punishment for wrong doing. What Crete believed to be selflessness of those actions was Justice. There were times in which Justice needed to be administered - there were some crimes beyond forgiving and forgetting, it was true. If Crete could have spoken he would have apprenticed to be a Peacekeeper as well as a medic; but such a thing was never to happen. Peacekeepers relied heavily upon their verbal communication to tease brewing tensions between wolves, and at times, packs. As it was, apprenticing as a medic was hard enough. He assess outside wounds and feel for painful areas well enough but he could not urge wolves to speak about what was ailing them with prodding. They had to tell him straight out or the point of coming to him for medical aid was rendered useless.

These days, Crete didn’t feel like his normal benevolent self. These days, his thoughts were harshly judgmental, disapproving, and un-accepting. Not to the mention of his discord with his Alpha female inherently had him on edge. She did not seem to like his opinions, and he was troubled by how she chose to handle things as Blacktail Deer Plateau’s leader. In truth, he was not sure how long his time was there for if he did not find his butt kicked out for his opinions he had been pondering the idea of just leaving on his own. The thought of leaving his brothers caused him pain, but he was feeling discontented and he could not follow someone whom could not accept opinions of others and instead of trying to console them throw them petty words they knew nothing about.

A sigh was given, barely audible.

Crete hadn’t particularly, been paying all that much attention to his surroundings beyond the pools of steaming water in the ground, either. As it was, he was rather startled by the sudden scent of another, familiar though it was in the coiling steam that surrounded them, causing his fur to dampen and curl. The other yelped and Crete turned around quickly, sea green eyes studying her with caution, hackles bristling slightly as she apologized to him. As it was, he did not particularly fault her. It’s ok, He shook his head and offered her a small smile in attempts to communicate that he wasn’t angered or upset with her, though he realized a moment later that she probably hadn’t noticed since she had tucked her tail between her legs and diverted her eyes in what Crete quickly realized was a form of submission. Not sure if he wanted to silent laugh amused or be startled he didn’t know. He guessed hierarchy wise he was of a higher rank than her - for she had Blacktail Deer Plateau’s scent all over her, mixed faintly with Peregrine’s scent.

After composing himself from the shock of seeing someone submit to him, he took a step closer and touched his nose to her cheek in a platonic manner, nudging her muzzle up in an effort to communicate that she could stand and look at him.

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