Post by Taz on Jun 4, 2006 21:56:53 GMT -5
--Whings--
Entering a small path, scented with nearby prides, the wolf notes to himself that he has entered a new world. Having just fully grown, Whings took in a new fear that he would not be accepted into a pack. He had not faced this thought yet - until then it had been simply finding a land. Now, he had gone from sheer nothingness (he'd walked miles and miles for what felt like an eternity - there had been nothing in sight) to a land that smelled briskly of opportunity. And these lands, he assumed, were not interested in a wolf of his sort. Although he caught the scent of many packs, he felt that none of them would want such a young, inexperienced wolf as he.
Well, it had been a long day for Whings, and his insecurities were starting to rise again. And, as the cycle went, he beat himself down for being so insecure about his abilities. As a quick whiff of wolf-scent passed, his entire mind took a 180. "No," he said aloud. "I am a warrior! I will join a pack!" Quickly realizing his sudden outburst was audible, he sighed in embarrassment.
This day could get even longer...
After thinking and pacing about for a few more minutes, the fatigue from his journey caught up to him. Although he was scared of being attacked, he found a nice spot to lay down and rest. He slept for quite a few hours, waking up periodically to check for danger, then returning to his rest.
When he felt less tired, and more eager to make new friends (sometimes, that's all he thought about), he began sniffing the air. There were so many packs around him, he could hardly tell them apart. Not that he knew how to, either - Whings had never actually been in a pack. He'd run across a few in his nomadic days, but he had no interest in joining them at that time and was promptly kicked out of every pack land he entered, once the alpha learned that he had no intent on becoming on of them.
But now, things were different, and Whings was ready to be in a pack. A family, he thought. That's what it must be like. The members of the packs he'd seen all seemed close, to know each other. And they cared for each other. His mother cared for him. She protected him. And he wanted to protect someone, like his mother. In a weird way, joining a pack would make him feel superior to his brother. And it was in these thoughts, that Whings followed the strongest scent, hoping it would lead him to a valuable pack.
Entering a small path, scented with nearby prides, the wolf notes to himself that he has entered a new world. Having just fully grown, Whings took in a new fear that he would not be accepted into a pack. He had not faced this thought yet - until then it had been simply finding a land. Now, he had gone from sheer nothingness (he'd walked miles and miles for what felt like an eternity - there had been nothing in sight) to a land that smelled briskly of opportunity. And these lands, he assumed, were not interested in a wolf of his sort. Although he caught the scent of many packs, he felt that none of them would want such a young, inexperienced wolf as he.
Well, it had been a long day for Whings, and his insecurities were starting to rise again. And, as the cycle went, he beat himself down for being so insecure about his abilities. As a quick whiff of wolf-scent passed, his entire mind took a 180. "No," he said aloud. "I am a warrior! I will join a pack!" Quickly realizing his sudden outburst was audible, he sighed in embarrassment.
This day could get even longer...
After thinking and pacing about for a few more minutes, the fatigue from his journey caught up to him. Although he was scared of being attacked, he found a nice spot to lay down and rest. He slept for quite a few hours, waking up periodically to check for danger, then returning to his rest.
When he felt less tired, and more eager to make new friends (sometimes, that's all he thought about), he began sniffing the air. There were so many packs around him, he could hardly tell them apart. Not that he knew how to, either - Whings had never actually been in a pack. He'd run across a few in his nomadic days, but he had no interest in joining them at that time and was promptly kicked out of every pack land he entered, once the alpha learned that he had no intent on becoming on of them.
But now, things were different, and Whings was ready to be in a pack. A family, he thought. That's what it must be like. The members of the packs he'd seen all seemed close, to know each other. And they cared for each other. His mother cared for him. She protected him. And he wanted to protect someone, like his mother. In a weird way, joining a pack would make him feel superior to his brother. And it was in these thoughts, that Whings followed the strongest scent, hoping it would lead him to a valuable pack.