what if i say i'm not just another one of your plays? you're the pretender, what if i say i will never surrender? The way the white girl spoke definitely meant she had been with whatever pack she was leader of from the start. Along with that, he gained the knowledge that the founding members of said pack had abandoned her, left for some reason or another. The Baranski frowned, biting back the desire to bristle at hearing about such a lack of devotion to others. It was despicable! Really, they could have at least had the decency to say their goodbyes before they took flight. Hell, it was all it took to be seen as a respectable leave in the brute’s eyes. Should a wolf ever leave his pack without so much as a “farewell”, well, they wouldn’t be on friendly terms with the agouti male at all. Attacked on sight, at the very least. Nowhere to go, hm? He couldn’t help the smile that toyed with the corners of his lips. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#70863f;">“Nonsense,” he chuckled somewhat, shaking his head, <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#70863f;">“why, I can name two packs on this very side of the Lore, not to mention the possibility of more.” Though the brute hinted at forming his own pack, Maksim and his current fair-coated companion were rather close to a third pack: Oak Tree Bend. Maksim knew nothing of it, yet, but in time he would come to. Perhaps, sooner than he realised. Regardless, the packs he spoke of were Darkwater Rapids and Magnolia Glen. Whilst he could not claim much about the Glen, he knew one of their members: a youngster by the name of Ataneq, a kind hearted youth who had helped the Darkwater wolves with a potentially fatal problem. His assistance spoke greatly of his pack and neither Maksim nor Ava had reason to distrust the Magnolia Glen wolves. Anastasia Starklen. Well, that was certainly a pretty name—quite fitting of the pristine coated woman who stood before him, indeed. She finished her introduction with a soft “previous Teacher and now Leader of Pitch Pine Trail”. Ah, so that was the name of the pack she felt she had no use within anymore. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#70863f;">“A pleasure to meet you, queen of the Trail.” He gave a dip of his head. Manners were not lost on him, after all.<b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#70863f;"> |
we are shining in the rising sun, as we are floating in the blue