Post by Isali on Feb 3, 2014 20:57:10 GMT -3
It was a few days after Isali had been accepted. That annoying little pup was with her mother, for now, and she was enjoying the quiet. It was a lot more crowded than Isali was used to, and, having inherited her father’s intense dislike for Bobby and Sable- for all the pack, really- she was finding it a bit hard to keep a respectful expression on her face when she was around them. Some were easier than others; she didn’t have to play up to certain wolves, and she tended to spend more time around them, hunting and patrolling with the same groups of wolves.
She would do another border patrol, and then hunt and find Bonsai, to let him know she was here and that she’d been accepted and starting to fit in, and reporting to him the rift in the pack, the dogs and wolves who seemed uneasy around each other. He was sure to be happy, and maybe annoyed that she had not come to see him sooner. She’d let him grouch for a bit and then remind him she had to be careful; had to appear as one of the pack, and that meant not running off too much.
A shadow fell across her den and she glanced up to see the Romulus. She nodded to him. “Good morning, sir. Can I help you?”
She would do another border patrol, and then hunt and find Bonsai, to let him know she was here and that she’d been accepted and starting to fit in, and reporting to him the rift in the pack, the dogs and wolves who seemed uneasy around each other. He was sure to be happy, and maybe annoyed that she had not come to see him sooner. She’d let him grouch for a bit and then remind him she had to be careful; had to appear as one of the pack, and that meant not running off too much.
A shadow fell across her den and she glanced up to see the Romulus. She nodded to him. “Good morning, sir. Can I help you?”
