The Amber Kerl

[Draeg]

A lone figure padded silently through the dense forest, slowly making his way toward the boundaries of the Deor pack. It was a wolf, varg in their language, amongst the fiercest and most cunning of the putnar, capable of traveling for days without tiring and bringing down the strongest of lera. His fur was a speckled gold in the dappled light of the forest, lowering his muzzle to the ground he took a quick sniff and studied the surrounding area. It wouldn’t be long now, he was close. Only a little further to go until he reached the packlands.

It had been a long time since Draeg had visited Deor, the amber varg hadn’t set foot on the pack’s territory since the packs Dragga, a hefty looking varg by the name of Chalos, had invited him to bring the stray pup, Razor, to see the packs current nurse. He could still remember the outcome of that day like it was only yesterday, after his injured leg had been treated the little pup had taken a shine to the pack and its Dragga ultimately deciding to remain with the pack as a member of Deor. Draeg sighed, Razor was about the same age as his own cubs and as such would be entering his adolescence soon if he hadn’t already. He hadn’t seen him in so long that he wondered if the pup would even recognize him much less remember him. Though at this time Draeg wasn’t sure anyone would recognize him, so many scars laced his body now that even the amber wolf had difficultly believing that it was him looking back through his reflection in the water. Still he supposed none of that would matter in a moment, at least not if everything went according to plan anyway.

Lately Draeg had been considering joining a pack rather frequently now that he had finally settled down, as much as he loved life as a Kerl it just wasn’t ideal for raising a family. There were benefits to being part of a pack, it offered an abundant if not steady supply of water, secure hunting grounds with a wide variety of lera to prey upon, depending on where the pack was located shelter from the elements, the trust and companionship of others to ease the loneliness that was all too common among Kerls, but perhaps the most important of all was that a pack offered protection Although Draeg was fully capable of defending his family from anything that might threaten it he knew he was mortal, eventually he would make a mistake and depending on the nature of his mistake it could cost him dearly. It would put his mind at ease to know that if anything ever did happen to him there would always be someone to watch over his mate and children, even if they didn’t know it.

But which pack to choose?

Definitely not Sarnes, despite the fact that Mayan was the packs co-drappa Draeg didn’t trust the packs other members to stick their neck out for anyone that wasn’t officially part of their pack. Besides the amber wolf wasn’t on good terms with several of the packs more colorful members, it wouldn’t be safe for him to try to join even if Mayan promised him protection. Koran maybe? No, it was a dying pack last Draeg heard and that wouldn’t suit any of his plans. And even if it did the Kerl would have to deal with the awkward situation of living in such close proximity to his one time lover Demon and that could cause unnecessary friction between her and Draeg’s mate, Cwen, if she ever found out. Perhaps List, Draeg had better relations with the tight knit wolves but after his bout with their emissary he felt that they would never really trust him even if Gryffin had forgiven him.

Three down, that only left Deor and Ge-Rad.

Like Deor Ge-Rad’s numbers had dissipated over the years though rumors were spreading that they were beginning to amass in numbers once again thanks to the effort of the packs Dragga and Drappa and a handful of Kerls eager to join the diminutive pack, however unlike Deor Draeg had no ties what so ever with pack save Mayan and she had retired from the pack long ago in order to tend to her duties at the Val, things could’ve changed since her departure from the pack. Besides the pack was still recovering from a great wildfire that had taken place sometime in the past leaving most of land barren. That had only left Deor. The more Draeg thought about it the more he began to realize that Deor seemed like the perfect choice, the amber wolf was well acquainted with most of the packs members and the Dragga was a good and honest varg. Even better, the pack was large enough to offer the Kerl and his family protection yet small enough that they would jump at the chance to recruit a pregnant female just so that they might expand their numbers further. Or at least so Draeg hoped, things could’ve always changed since the golden vargs last visit, another wolf could’ve worked it’s way up the social latter and taken control of the pack though Draeg severely doubted it.

As he neared the pack boundaries Draeg’s ebony nose was fooled by a wide array of familiar smells, among them he could detect the familiar scent of pinewood, mice, voles, hare, a few herla, the occasional bear wandering about, Chalos, Razor, and B.T. Draeg could even himself, though his scent was fainter than the others. Taking the time to study his surroundings again he determined that he would be entering the Deor packs boundaries soon, he only had to go a little further before he finally reached his intended goal. Throwing his head back he suddenly let out a long, drawn out howl, calling out to the small pack and foretelling his arrival. Once he was done the Norwegian gray wolf continued his trek, trotting along at a steady pace as he made his way toward Deor and hopefully his future.

((Right I was going to wait for Firefly to come back but seeing as she's on vacation and I'm bored here's my thread. Sorry for the wait. Enjoy ))

[Rokk]

((ooc- i hope you dont mind me posting here))


small paw moved after small paw, leaving behind an intricate pattern of pawprints, clear, and scuffed where Rokk had shuffled his feet. his small black nose was held close to the ground as he sniffed it as he shuffled along, drinking in all the scents of his new-found home and following the trail of a field mouse he had picked up when skirting a stream beforehand. now he was determined to follow it. for the young Rokk was bored, here, his favourite pasttime of bullying others was prohibited, and since he was a new recruit, his back was still being watched very carefully by Chalos and BT. he had only presumed they had guessed at his nature. but he had intended to make the sikla Lufian's life a misery, and he would succeed. eventually. and for now, any pack was worth having if it meant protection from the Balkar. Rokk shuddered at the thought and looked back at his right hind leg. even though he had been told it had healed he still was limping, and in discomfort from when Fernlick had tackled him to the ground to drag him back to the Balkar lands. Rokk still dreamt of that night in his nightmares; but it only ever made his want for revenge upon any Balkar even stronger.

Rokk was a headstrong varg, and foolish, he was yearning to grow up so that he could fight, and seek his revenge upon the highly skilled Night Hunters. but for now, he was in the peaceful Deor pack, and his bold acts that would surely lead him to no good, had to wait. he sighed and shook his light brown pelt free of dirt. he continued to pad on but a loud howl pierced his senses and his ears twitched in curiosity. he had never heard that howl before, and wanted to investigate. he was a varg fo Deor now, so no one could stop him. although being a pup still, he doubted he would intimidate any intruder, but this varg was obviously no intruder, they had howled.

Rokk sprang into a loping run, his limp becoming impossible to detect as he ran, it was only in walk and jog that it was painstakingly apparent, not when he ran like he was chasing the wind.

his brown eyes beamed with determination, and as they spotted the varg in front Rokk skidded to a halt and bared his needle-sharp teeth. 'who are you?' he asked, in his arrogant niave tone. 'and what are you doing in Deor?' Rokk nashed his teeth together, he might look silyl to this older, wiser wolf. but Rokk was far from silly, but he was stupid enough to act like the bigger badder wolf here.[/b]

[Draeg]

Draeg seated himself on a bed of leaves that had amassed on the forest floor, patiently awaiting someone to answer his call and come greet him. While he waited his mind began to wander until he soon found himself wondering if he was making the right choice in deciding to join Deor, though being part of the pack would indeed offer his family some protection from the threat of man and other lera it would also limit Draeg’s freedom significantly. The amber wolf didn’t like the idea of being forced to follow the packs hierarchy when he was so used to living by his own rules and doing whatever he wanted, though he could be incredibly loyal and devoted to a cause Draeg was not one for following orders if he didn’t have to. He had torn that away from his nature long ago.

He was suddenly roused from his thoughts by a rustling in the bushes nearby, rising to his feet the amber wolf prepared to greet whoever had arrived to welcome him. However instead of the warm welcome he had been expecting Draeg was greeted by the snarling form of a little brown pup emerging from the brush, pulling his head back in surprise Draeg looked down at the little pup with a confused expression. Who was this? And why was he here? Draeg had been expecting Chalos or perhaps B.T. or little Razor to come greet him and invite him into the pack boundaries, he had not expected to be greeted by a mere cub. Looking down at the little creature the amber wolf wondered how one could be so arrogant as to show his fangs to someone that could possible dispatch of him without so much as breaking a sweat, the pup spoke in a rude and arrogant manner that reminded Draeg of his foster daughter Huts. However whereas Huts had done nothing but make Draeg proud this pup was quickly beginning to annoy the amber wolf, glaring down at little warrior Draeg introduced himself though his tone was low and harsh. “I am Draeg of the No Mann’s land and my business here is my own though I suggest you learn to respect your elders and not greet every visitor in the same manner you have me before someone comes along and puts you in your place!” This pup reminded him of so many others he had left behind in Skein, cubs that thought they could do whatever they wanted and challenge anyone they pleased, it had been the primary reason Draeg had hated cubs when he first arrived in Transylvania. As he glared down at the brown wolf cub before him Draeg suddenly found himself praying beyond hope that none of his cubs would turn out to be like this little upstart.

((This post could've been better))

[Rokk]

Rokk's nose twitched and his upper lip quivered as it hovered between being still and distorting into a snarl once more. instead he smiled slyly and took an adventurous step forward. the Deor pack once had the reputation for being bold, and Rokk was nothing if not bold.

'maybe you have been here before, i wouldnt know, i have not been here long either. but i do know one thing, you are not a member of this pack, therefore, your business here is my business.' Rokk said, despite his age, he could act more mature, at times. 'i may be younger than you, but im not that stupid. i'll give my respect to those i think deserve it. so far, i havent seen you do anything so remarkable as to deserve my respect.' he said, with a sneering smile. his brown eyes almost gloating at the older, wiser wolf. Rokk thought his words cunning, but in fact, he was probably being just as stupid as he claimed not to be. for he was indeed trying to irritate a varg who could snap his neck with ease.

Rokk only wished he was older, that way this situation would not seem so absurd. this was not the first time today Rokk had longed to be older, bigger, stronger - altogether more intimidating. but he had to make do with the little pup-body he currently occupied, pathetic as it was compared to Draeg.

'and i have heard many vargs say that they will put me in my place, including the First of the Balkar,' Rokk went on, 'but right now, you are a kerl, pressing on the borders of a packland. at this current moment, i dont think you're the one to put me in this place you speak of.' Rokk tilted his head to the side and sniffed. 'you reek of the no manns lands, you needn't have told me you came from there, but you can tell me why you are here.' he said, it was no question, it was an arrogant little pup demanding information from a bigger, stronger varg.

[Draeg]

The little upstart was becoming a little too big for his britches, he seemed to think he was being sly by actively challenging Draeg though in actuality he was a fool. What he thought was boldness was merely another form of stupidity on his part, even Huts had known better than to challenge a fully grown varg at his age. As he stood listening to Rook speak Draeg couldn’t help but roll his eyes in annoyance, it was the same thing with every pup, they always seemed to think that they could dominate those stronger than themselves and they never seemed to shut up. More than anything Draeg hated having to put up with arrogant little pups, however as he stood glaring down at the brown pup before him an idea suddenly formed in his mind. Making a quick mental not to make a request to Chalos when he arrived the amber varg turned his attention down to Rokk and gave him a devious smile. “I am well aware of how respect is earned little one for I myself have spoken similar words to another once before, however you seem to be demanding what you can’t get by imposing authority you lack over one that is not bound to obey you.” he cooed. “And like I said earlier, my business is my own and I shall reveal it at my own digression not yours. It just so happens that my business does happen to involve Deor, true enough, however as you have no real standing here being the pup that you are I am not obligated to tell you anything. Now if you excuse me I must see if I can find either Chalos or B.T. as either of them will suite my purposes just fine.” With that Draeg merely stepped past the diminutive sentinel and entered into Deor’s boundaries, having just recalled that Chalos had given him permission to enter Deor whenever he pleased during his last visit.

Pinning his ears and continuing onward Draeg managed to tone out most of Rokk’s gloating though the urge to turn around and cuff the annoying little creature was steadily increasing. A slight chuckle escaped his maw as he heard Rokk contradict him, this pup truly believed he held the advantage. ‘Well…’ Draeg thought. ‘He’ll be in for a rude awakening if he keeps this up.’ He continued his trek deeper into Deor’s territory, ignoring Rokk for the most part as he let out another signify his presence though this time his call seemed slightly irritated due to the tiny annoyance trailing behind him. Finally Rokk’s ceaseless chatter and constant demands became too much for Draeg to bear, coming to a halt the amber wolf turned around to face the arrogant little whelp, lowering his head so that he was looking him straight in the eye. “Ah but you see there’s a difference between me and all those other varg.” he growled, his tone dangerously low. “And that is…” Leaning forward he placed his muzzle next to Rokk’s ear and whispered. “I’m not afraid to do it.” With that he raised himself back up to his feet and continued on with his trek, completely ignoring Rokk’s demands.

[Tasá]

ooc- ok, i thikn you;ve been told im having comp troubles... the damn thing wont start up. -__- urgh. so i shall reply to this as soon as i possibly can. >.<(and delete this post when i do) sorry!

[Chalos Autumn]

At last, Chalos made his way into Draeg's sight, yet his dark hackles were high in the air and his body puffed up and bristled - as if the amber varg were an intruder. The second call had roused him from a lazy slumber, but the only thing that came to his mind was his wicked brother, Nocturnia. No matter how much smaller than his sibling the voice sounded, the world around Draeg stank of Nocturnia's unmistakable scent.

Normally, the Deor leader would have greeted his friend with a friendly disposition and a kind word, though this time around the other had apparently had the black varg's scent rubbed off of him somehow. This had masked the golden lupine's own scent, confusing Chalos' senses and causing a dark anger to bubble up within him - what was that stupid bear of a varg doing in his packlands?! With the thought that his older brother had come, as usual, to cause mischief, the Dragga took off at a dead run in search of the scent's host.

A great snarl was heard as soon as Chalos was close enough to Draeg to pounce, but as soon he jumped over a log blocking the sight of the amber-pelted male, the alpha pulled back, staring dumbfoundedly at who stood before him. "I.. Draeg-Where.. Where's my brother?" He stuttered, looking quite embarassed at having greeted his friend in such a violent way.

Emerald eyes darted to Rokk, then to Draeg, and the Deor Dragga stepped carefully around the latter, scenting him in confusion. At last, he'd realised that Draeg had only been covered with his brother's scent.. But.. Why had such a good-hearted varg been meddling with such a twisted one as Nocturnia? Oh, well. He would inquire about his business with the obsidian beast later."Can I.. Is there something I can do for you, friend?"

Ooc: [Blahblah I have no writing skills when everyone else is on summer holiday - woo!]

[Draeg]

Moving at a steady pace Draeg continued padding deeper into Deor’s boundaries, pausing every now and then to study the land and take in the surrounding scents. He still hadn’t found Chalos and in all honesty the amber Kerl was beginning to loose patients with the pint-sized pup trailing at his heels, it seemed that no matter what he did or said the little pest just wouldn’t shut up. Sure Draeg could’ve simply outran the cub but he didn’t want to give Rokk the satisfaction of thinking he had chased the Kerl off, as tempting as cuffing the cub for his insolence sounded Draeg knew that if he was spotted by one of the other residents he could jeopardize his mission and quite possibly his life. A sudden rustling in the bushes prompted Draeg to stop, lifting his snout into the air once again he took another quick sniff of his surroundings to see if he could determine the identity of his mysterious assailant only to find that wind had shifted during his trek and he was now downwind of whatever had managed to sneak up on him. Utter a sharp curse the amber varg’s ears swiveled about on his head as he listened for any signs of a surprise attack, his amber eyes peering into the dense bracken surrounding him. He placed himself defensively in front of Rokk as a savage snarl reached his ears, though Draeg wasn’t overly fond of arrogant little pup the amber wolf was no cub killer and wouldn’t abandon Rokk unless if the situation truly seemed hopeless and even then he would make an effort to save the cub.

Suddenly a great, hulking form flew out from behind a fallen log and Draeg cursed his stupidity for forgetting to suspect such an obvious hiding spot, as the beast landed in front of the golden varg Draeg’s features hardened and he let loose a feral snarl as he bared his fangs menacingly. However his snarl died on his lips and his eyes widened in shock when he saw who his would be attacker was. It was Chalos. Draeg gave out a surprised yip and leapt back less the Dragga strike him for his actions, however to his surprise Chalos reacted in much the same way Draeg did. An equally dumbfounded expression plastered on his face Draeg stared at the large Dragga, pinning his ears in embarrassment and tucking his tail between his legs in shame. He had been expecting to have encountered a stray lynx or bear that had wandered within Deor, Draeg had never suspected that it had been his friend stalking him this whole time. “C-chalos! Forgive me…I thought you were something else.” He said, hastily lowering his head to the dark furred wolf. Upon mentioning his brother Draeg cocked an eyebrow and gave Chalos a confused look. “Brother? I don’t know where he is, I came here alone…unless of course you mean this little one here?” he said, motioning over to Rokk.

Draeg remained perfectly still as Chalos stepped forward and began examining his scent carefully, having no clue as to what was going on the amber varg thought it best to just keep still and remain quiet until his comrade had concluded his inspection of him. After a moment it was over and Chalos ceased his examination though upon hearing his inquiry Draeg bowed his head respectfully and spoke. “As a matter of fact there is, for reasons that I would be more than happy to share later I have come to ask if I may join Deor.”

[okamiwolf]

Blacks, silvers, and white weaved through the bracken of the Deor lands. Gray-blind eyes surveying everything around the form of the pack's nurse, Bent Time. She'd heard Rokk, a short while back and she wondered if he was pestering Lufian, Chalos, or Crimson, maybe even Razor. She was rather determinded to keep a watchful eye on him as he seemed to be a bit of a bully on first encounter.

However another thing that had drawn her to follow was the two calls she had heard shortly before as well. They sounded familiar by voice, but she wasn't even sure who it was until her eyes could see clearly the forms of Rokk, Draeg, and now the form of Chalos who'd lept onto the scene rather haphazardly.

BT, or Blood Thirst to Rokk, for really the letters could mean anything and she'd decided that for him it would be something a little out of the ordinary for a pack nurse, watched and listened until Dreag mentioned that he wished to join the pack. She found that her position would be given away by her furiously active tassel that was now waving like a flag in the middle of a hurricane.

Instead of waiting for one of the Vargs in the small clearing to snarl at her for listening she appraoched as if she'd heard nothing and smiled to the Vargs, her tail still wagging effectively. "Greetings Chalos," -her sleek silver-white muzzle dipped down toward the ground as she formally greeted her Dragga with respect- "Rokk, always a pleasure. And Dreag, long time no see."

She was glad to see all three of them, even if she wasn't much of a fan of Rokk. Though he wasn't always going to be a cub, he was at the moment and that meant that she would try her best to teach him manners and to be sure that he's not getting himself into trouble. But Chalos she fancied of all the past Draggas, and Dreag was friendly enough and after their first meeting she had the feeling that he knew the value of a cub's health.

[Chalos Autumn]

An excited smile spread across Chalos' multicoloured maw as Draeg revealed his reasons for returning to Deor. He had been waiting for such a long time for this moment, as word had spread of the love triangle between Draeg, Cwen, and Firefly. If Draeg wished to join his pack, it only meant one thing - Deor would definitely be receiving many new members and pups.

"Ah, always a pleasure to have you within our boundaries, Draeg; of course you are accepted into my pack. You already know many of its members, as we are a small pack. However, we are unlike any other - we consider ourselves a family." The large alpha bowed his head respectfully - as he always did to honour or greet varg - towards Draeg. He had a reputation for giving even the lowest of wolves a respectful bow, something that no Dragga had ever done. "Welcome, Draeg, to Deor. We appreciate your faith and willingly embrace your services."

And now, on to more important issues.. Chalos knew that Draeg definitely had Nocturnia's scent upon him, and he shifted uncomfortably, unable to look theamber Sikla in the eye. "Draeg, your pelt is absolutely crawling with my brother's scent. I do not know what sort of relation you have with him, but his birth name is Nocturnia. I am also unsure if he changed it, but.. Does it sound at all familiar to you?" The enormous male pulled his lips back, emitting a hellish snarl - something that nobody would expect to come from such a good-hearted soul. "Understand this, Draeg. That otherworldly beast is never to be accepted anywhere near my pack's boundaries. He's nothing but trouble, remember that, and if you ever see that psychotic animal, force him to leave. I will not allow him to make a fool of himself, or threaten my pack with his insanity. You hear me?"

Even though B.T. had approached in the simplest of ways, Chalos was still startled once she'd appeared and had begun to speak - he was obviously worried about Nocturnia harming his pack and had thus become jumpy and paranoid. "Oh, B.T." He sighed, dipping his muzzle only slightly in formal greeting, "It's great to see you again - you're looking especially lovely today, might I add." The ink-and-brown alpha felt a close friendship with the old nurse, and felt that he needed to comment on her looks each time they came face-to-face. He felt that it comforted a she-varg when her Dragga made an attempt to boost her confidence, and it did indeed seem to be working.

[Draeg]

Draeg couldn’t help but smile as Chalos welcomed him into Deor, knowing that he had made the right choice in deciding to join Deor. Wagging his tail furiously and dipping his head into a respectful bow Draeg once again and returned Chalos’ gesture. “It’s always a pleasure to be here, Chalos, I will do my best to live of to your expectations and contribute to this pack. Though I must regrettably tell you that I must be a part time member as I have business that will require me to leave the pack from time to time, business of the utmost importance that can’t be ignored.” The amber varg had decided that he wouldn’t reveal anything about Cwen or his children to the large Dragga, not until he was sure that he would be permitted to have either. And if not, well joining Ge-Rad was still an option.

He cocked a brow as Chalos averted his gaze and began shifting about uncomfortably, as though he were unsure of himself or embarrassed at what he was about to do. Perking his ears and leaning his head forward slightly Draeg listened intently as Chalos spoke, a shocked expression passing over his features at the information that was revealed to him. Impossible. Draeg couldn’t believe it. How could Nocturnia and Chalos share the same blood and be so different? And Raven, that meant she was related to Chalos too. Did he know of his sisters treatment at the paws of her brother? Chalos’ sudden outburst brought Draeg back to reality, causing him to jump back in surprise upon seeing the Dragga’s face contort into a mask of rage. The amber wolf was somewhat at an impasse, whereas he held no real love for Nocturnia he had helped the bear-like varg on several occasions and knew that he would probably do so again if the situation warranted it. In a way, he was finally developing an understanding for the obsidian beast. However at the same time Draeg knew that he would have no problem driving Nocturnia away if he entered Deor wild under the influence of his sanity, especially now that he was handicapped with a broken leg. Draeg decided that he would deal with the situation accordingly if Nocturnia did venture into Deor, until then though he would follow his Dragga’s orders as was expected of him. “Yes I do know him and I understand sir, though I do not believe that he will be a threat to Deor let alone anyone for a long time to come.”

The sound of something rustling nearby amidst the bushes caused Draeg’s ear to twitch, prompting him to turn his head away from Chalos in order to investigate. He smiled upon seeing BT emerge from the brush, her tail wagging furiously as she padded over to the trio and dipped her head in greeting. Draeg returned the gesture, chuckling slightly at Chalos’ reaction to the femmes sudden appearance. “BT, it’s good to be back. How are things with you?” The amber male went silent as the two toned Dragga greeted his packmate, complementing her appearance and drawing out an amused look from Draeg and causing him to wonder if perhaps there was something going on between the pair. After a moment he gave out slight cough, attempting to regain Chalos’ attention for a moment. “Right, if you two are do flirting I have something I need to ask you. Now, what is your policy on pups?” Draeg’s features suddenly hardened and he gave out an angry snarl, his teeth glistening in the suns light. “And do you have any ties with Sarnes or the Balkar? I will not associate myself with a pack that does dealings with the likes of Serg or those filthy murdering scum! Save Mayan, none of them deserve to live!”

[okamiwolf]

BT fell into silence as she cautiously listened to Chalos as he spook so angrily of a brother she’d not met, but no doubt had heard of on few occasions. She wondered if any other than the pups didn’t know of Nocturnia, though the most she’d heard was that he wasn’t quite as sane as the rest of the Varg. But Draeg explained that he figured Nocturnia wouldn’t appear any time soon, and she found herself rather relaxed to be hearing that news.

She gave a soft laugh at Chalos’ flattery. “You may add, yes.” She smiled slightly, however, she knew that she was getting a little scraggly and probably needed to exorcise a little more often nowadays. “You yourself aren’t looking too bad either.” She had to admit that he was quite handsome. She quieted as Draeg spoke of flirting, and she would’ve blushed if a wolf could. But soon she found that he’d become quite serious and was speaking of pups. “Who’s the lucky fae?” she asked, her gentle smile had become a wide smirk, and her interest was at it’s peak.

However, soon her heart was fluttering nervously in her chest. Draeg didn’t like Balkar. What did that mean for Fantome? Wasn’t he quitting them and joining her here? A mask to cover her newly born nervousness appeared as her smirk had vanished, but it was quite apparent in her eyes. Would he not accept the Varg that she’d found made her feel like more than just a Nurse, or even more than a fae? Did this mean that none of Deor would allow him into the family, even if she was hear to console him? If that was so she didn’t know if she’d want to belong to an unforgiving pack. But she was sure, so very sure, that it wasn’t the case. It was just Draeg didn’t seem to like the Balkar, or Sarnes but then who did?