The Sunspire You don't know how the words go, but you sort of sang along
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Stark had never supplied a name for the pack he led, so Saena made the assumption that The Crook was it. She listened politely as Tambourine described his pack's lifestyle, unconsciously pulling her paws in and tucking them together in an uncharacteristically ladylike perch, but she shook her head lightly when Tambourine voiced his concerns. She held similar concerns when she first tried to chase her instincts into the light and let go of her preconceived ideas about society and pack structure, but they were long gone now.

"They don't get to waltz in and do whatever they want," she said, revealing her teeth in a lopsided grin. "If they're that close to us, they best be on their back by the time we get to 'em, or they'll be sent packing faster than they can blink." That was Saena's philosophy, anyway, and the larger Duskvale got, the more she would expect absolute submission from all outsiders. It hadn't been so true up until now, but it would be. "Duskvale's a huge territory. It would be impractical for us to try to cover the whole thing all the time. We wouldn't be much of a pack spread across miles like that. We prefer a closer bond, so we cover it slowly by traveling around it as a group. But if anyone gets too close, or thinks they can do whatever they want on our turf, they'll soon learn their mistake. We're tolerant, but not complacent."

Tambourine's question about food was perfectly valid, of course, but Saena tried to explain: "The only food we care about is the food where we are, and we don't leave anything behind when we move on. If anyone wanted to steal it, they'd have to go through the teeth of half a dozen wolves first." She widened her grin when she added, "I invite them to try that if they think they're a god, but if they're just hunting somewhere else, they aren't affecting our current food any. Doesn't matter to us. Nowadays I just can't understand why others make such a big deal of it, actually. I used to, but it seems silly now." Duskvale was a shadowed paradise and there was more prey in it than the pack could consume in three or four years, not counting breeding. An outsider taking one or two at a time was hardly a dent in their food chain, and anyone who hung around long enough to make more of an impact would soon be found.
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RE: You don't know how the words go, but you sort of sang along - by Saēna - December 05, 2016, 09:19 PM