Well, apologies for anything weird (typos, repeats, etc.) but as we all know, mobile SAMB is.. broken, at this point.
Stealthily, smartly, patiently.
That-that was how to ambush your enemies.
That was how you gain an advantage in battle.
That was something I needed to work on.
"Slower, Aleu," her father scolded, or "Time your attack with your strategy."
I often backed off stubbornly or howled with annoyance.
/Do Pack Wolves deal with this? I often thought.
Ugh, of course not.
Pack Wolves merely needed to fight for food. To hunt. To survive.
If they were threatened as a group, they defended as a group.
If they were threatened as a single, for leadership, like Father, they left it to Father.
And so he and I were cast out, I for 'impureness' and him for weakness.
I never told Father this, but we both knew that we both hated them.
Even I, a small pup who barely knew the ways of the wild at the time, now hate those wolves as much as my father does.
When I was younger, my mind tender and absorbant to the teachings of other nursing mothers, I asked if it was wrong for father to dislike them.
"It's wrong to hate, yes, but I have the right to be entitled by opinion. Out here we are free, Aleu, free from rules and leading and betrayal." He had said.
I had agreed. The ones bound to us as family left us to starvation and cold.
They made us vulnerable, gave us a need to fight.
The vast expanse of stars now cloaked the sky above, a beautiful sheen of the unknown, above the snow that capped the land below.
The beautiful lights always led the way, according to Father, to destiny, loyalty, and through the hardships of finding out who you were.
"Aleu," he now called.
He rested atop a stone, fur silver tinted with moonlight.
He howled, and I felt restored as the sound tingled through me and spiked out my fur.
I joined him, and our song traveled in the wind to the starry skies up above, the moon bearing witness. My father looked down at me, pausing, pride and love in his eyes.
I met his gaze, and I wanted to grin, laugh, enjoy something.
But we were alone.
And I sensed my father's will for company as much as mine.
"Where will we go? What will it take?"
Father lowered his head.
"We will go as far as it takes to survive." He answered, voice strong, yet brittle.
I suddenly was filled with... grief.
"And how far is that Father?" I asked quietly, looking at my paws.
"Aleu, I want you to be honest..." he started, looking back up to the stars.
I glanced at him.
"Do you want to go back to your home?"
I didn't look at him, nor speak. No, he couldn't mean the Pack. Nope.
And as if he read my thoughts, he added,
"Do you want to return to the Pack?"
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i ship siffla
i don't ship Pelli and soren
Well I guess I'm into WOF now...
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