Gender- Female
Pack- Vigilance
Rank- Medic
Tagged- Sorita
Cinna
Cinna felt almost feeling foolish now for addressing the alpha in such a formal manner. Still, she didn’t want to offend Sorita if she didn’t acknowledge her position in the pack each time they met. That, and old habits die hard. The alpha of her native pack had been firm about his subordinates speaking to him with such respect, and he hadn’t been afraid to ‘correct’ those who didn’t. The young Medic shook those thoughts away and she returned her gaze back to Sorita.
“O-oh yes, of course. I’ll keep that in mind.” She smiled sheepishly. The other’s tone relaxed Cinna somewhat, causing the she-wolf to slump slightly as she plonked herself on the ground opposite, wrapping her tail neatly around her paws. “I’m glad. Just now I thought you had something worrying on your mind.”
“It’s been quite fine, yes! The weather’s been very good to me these past days, particularly concerning the herbs. At the rate they’re growing we’ll have plenty to keep us through the winter. The garlic is looking rather good too, and yesterday I found a lovely crop of ripe blackberries growing amongst some nettles just north of…” Cinna trailed off when she realised that she was prattling on and that Sorita likely wasn’t interested in how the herbs were doing. She knew that many wolves did not care for about the plants, that to them a bunch of dandelion flowers were no different than a pawful of tansy. Such wolves, she knew, would sometimes ridicule Medics who took their job seriously – they were glorified gardeners at best. This time Cinna couldn’t rid herself of this disappointing thoughts, leaving her with a frown on her face.
Gender- Male
Pack- Odious
Rank- Beta
Tagged- No-one
Grimsley
Just as the Beta trotted off he heard some familiar voices besides Ghost’s before he disappeared into the trees. A small, dark smile spread across his maw when he noted the king’s attitude towards the pup. Whilst he didn’t necessarily despise all pups – he was one once, and without them the pack had no future – he couldn’t stand the idea of his pack-mates spending their energy on something that was not of their own blood, or worse still, related to one of those Vigilance dogs. It made the brute grit his teeth at the thought. What if it was all part of that other pack’s plans? To try and exploit any hint of goodness within the pack to raise their own whelp, so that they may one day infiltrate the pack? Perhaps he was just overthinking things, getting worked up over nothing.
The brute paused momentarily to sniff the air. He’d been tracking the pup’s scent for quite some time and had yet to come across a scent that might indicate that he’d arrived in the company of a parent. He stood now at the territory’s borders, staring into trees. From the gloom he spotted a small herd of white-tailed deer as they cautiously picked their way through the undergrowth. As tempting as it was to scatter them he decided he needed to get back to report his findings. And besides, he was eager to see the outcome with that pup. Turning he trotted back the way he came.
