The wolf blended perfectly into her home, camouflaged by her own beauty and the beauty around her. The mountains were Poison Path’s territory. The smell drifting through the air was warning to others, but here, embracing it, letting it radiate off her glistening pelt, it was far from threatening to her. It smelled of home and comfort, of the wolves she spent speaking to, of the cubs now resting in their den. Obviously, she wasn’t doing her job very well at that second. Her eyes closed, a well-crafted statue of solid rock, Treena was isolated from the actual world. Each breath dragged her deeper and deeper into an alternate universe, until a howl broke through her day-dreaming and she was confronted with a familiar scent. She was dumbfounded at first, like waking up in the middle of the night in an unknown place. It took her a moment to return fully to the lake, and return fully to the handsome male loner in her view.
It was Ash. The howl had been obvious enough, she knew his voice. She could smell him. Had it been any other loner, she’d have her fur bristling and teeth gleaming. She would have thudded towards them most intimidatingly, asked what they wanted, and maybe chased them out. Ash already knew who she was. She knew who he was. The howl had been for Athena, for a leader to meet him at the border and choose to accept him as a member, or force him out. Instincts told Treena to jump off her platform, run towards him, and give him as many licks as possible right away. Yet, her paws were glued to her spot. It was not her role to interfere with this type of business. She knew why he was there, and so she was merely overlooked until Athena made her decision.
It was her job to supervise all who came to the border, and even the familiarity of Ash could not overpower it. Soaking in the heat, of the wind which blew each section of fur back, she let out a bark. It wasn’t a warning bark, nor did it gesture for Ash to come closer. She was acknowledging his presence, and letting him know that she was there, and that Athena would be there too. Maybe it was this moment which drew her to border patrol every day, but it was unlikely. What drew her to border patrol was her own dominance, her skills in intimidation and strict mindset. Straining her neck forward, she refused to let her tail wag. If Athena saw her as a giddy pup that couldn’t set her own personal feelings aside for the wellbeing of the pack, respect would be even harder to earn. If Athena saw the bond between Ash and Treena, she may be even more sceptical accepting him. Athena had recently got her own mate, which was both a pro and con. Pro: Mating season, when she is most desperate for a male, Ash will not be an option. She will have Tlarx for that purpose. Con: Treena will have Ash, and even as loyal as the female is, the pair may seem like a risk.
That was why she held back. Watching him desperately, hoping he could see the longing in her eyes, but that Athena would not. Her body stayed frozen in time. The dream of children was prohibited, and she respected that. Keeping her place, she watched the water reflect the sky, and Ash’s two green eyes. Who knew if their relationship would hold out anyways. The incident between him and Nina went against everything Treena stood for. She did not understand, and all was well as long as she didn’t. Nina had done nothing to her, and she failed to see what she had done to him. She had never asked, but if she did, would she be happy, would she look at Ash the same? If there was even a slight danger in letting Ash entire their territory, Treena would have chased him out, right?
Her mind was quite unclear. Her friendship with Ash was progressing, quickly, but it was still unstable. It was built of trust, but how much trust there was is undetermined. Staring too long at the water, she moved her gaze to the mountains, hoping to spot Athena. She would not risk losing her role in the pack for the male, especially at that moment, where the thought of Nina’s attack was still fresh. A male who was capable of murder was not a male she looked up too. Yet, if that was the only thing she disagreed about him, did it really matter? Her eyes falling to her paws, she realized the answer was yes. She was lawful good, justice was the only excuse for true violence, and even then death was never an option. Revenge. Frustration. Hate. Treena had never felt the need for revenge, so she didn’t understand how it controlled your other emotions. Standing alone on the boulder, her eyes met Ash’s figure once more as she waited for Athena.
(This post was last modified: Jun 16, 2012, 06:13 PM by Treena.)