See me for who I am [Acceptance]

[nightblood]

NightBlood frowned at the white wolf's questions. Did Archer not explain it thouroghly enough? She would continue his teaching. It seemed that this she-wolf had a bit more to learn.

"Sallin, as I've heard it, is a murderous pack of traitors and scum. NightShade and Kaine see it fit to kill or enslave every dog they come to, and they have an eye on Synl, a peaceable dog pack. We see this as very wrong. I'm sure Sofika and Karolek, my alphas, have other reasons for rallying against Sallin, but of them I do not know. All I know is: I don't like those who kill other species for pleasure or because they see something wrong with the breeds. It's sick."

Night looked from Archer to Myth. And back to Archer. Someone who had a grudge against Sallin and would willingly fight was very valuable indeed. Best not to leave him for other packs.

"Archer, for your vow, I accept you as a member of Arnlan. I'm sure you will prove your worth to the pack every day you take shelter here. You are welcome to explore your new home."

Blood turned back to Myth after giving Archer a slight bow. She stared hard at her, inspecting the white wolf. She wasn't much for fighting, at least, not like NightBlood was. Earlier, she had spoken of her intelligence. But after her questions, she through her words into sharp doubt. Then again, Night reminded herself, the first sign of intelligence was to admit you didn't know something. Pehaps there was more to this creature, but she would have to prove herself.

"As for you, Myth..." NightBlood searched her mind for something she wanted to know, eventually gave up, and fell back on what she needed to be reminded of, "Tell me what you know of the surrounding packs. Who are they led by?"

Night had learned the names of each leader through her travles but, as always, had forgotten them. She was sure she would remember if she heard them correctly.

[nightblood]

{{If my asumtions are correct, and if Archer has gone on to creat his own character-intro thread, it would be Grebo's turn to post. ^^ }}

[grebo]

(Kay. Archer has disappeared...)

Myth watched, slightly annoyed, as Archer left as an accepted wolf. Her heart ached a little, as if she had been insulted. Just because he was a big, heavy fighting wolf meant that he was better than her, so he got accepted first. When would wolfkind learn that fighting was not the only skill in the world? A pack full of brutes would get nowhere.

But she maintained her composure, trying to be difficult to read. She decided that perhaps she didn't like Blood much.

The large female had asked her a question. Who were the alphas? Well, around her travels she had smelt only four around, including Sallin, and had investigated to see if there were any more but had found none. She wasn't the kind of wolf who jumped into the first pack she saw: Myth was very selective.

The first pack had been a dog pack. She'd have happily joined, since it seemd quite nice there, but had learned from a local fox that it was only open to dogs.

"There's a dog pack not too far away," Myth began, her eyes fixed on a tree branch next to Blood as she remembered. "It's the one you just spoke of, the one who is at arms with Sallin. It's called Synl and led by Kahvie and Sonny, who are by all accounts fair alphas. They're mates." The last bit of information she had guessed from seeing the two alphas together from a small distance. It had made her feel sad that she couldn't join a peaceful pack like that. They wouldn't have cared that she was small. But Arnlan was the next bet, and she had to give it her best shot...
She took a breath and sorted through the other packs in her mind. They were all wolves now.

"The alpha female of the Cedarburg pack is Circe. She is the matriarch and there is no alpha male that I know of," Myth said. She hadn't smelt one, anyway, but she hadn't asked. She'd only glimpsed Circe through the trees in the dark. "Circe, I believe, is a grey wolf. And she's not as big as you," Myth said, hoping Blood would take it as a complimtent since she was so hung up on size. Size and strength was probably her only favourable attribute, a small, bitching part of her added to her thoughts. That's why it's so important to her.

She tried to focus herself, and still her thoughts. Her thoughts quite often had the better of her and they were always busy - sometimes she thought things she didn't mean. She decided to try and find some good in Blood.

"The third pack I smelt around here smelt a little strange, and I didn't want to go too close to the wolves that dwelt there," she admitted. "But after what you've just told me, I guess it's Sallin, and the alphas must be Kaine and Nightshade. And they're horrible." As you know, thought Myth. And I've just found out. She took another breath. "And the last pack is Arnlan...led by the mysterious Karolek and Sofika, who are not mates, but siblings, and little is known about them." She knew a darn sight more about Arnlan than sh did about the others. Mainly because she thought hard about joining it.

[nightblood]

Kahvie and Sonny were correct, but Night didn't know if they were mates or not. Myth sounded confident in her answer, so maybe she was right. They would find out someday... maybe. Circe was also right. She remembered being told that the female hadn't taken a mate yet.

"And she's not as big as you."

The gray wolf cracked and open smil, giving her a slight twinge of a demonic look about her face. Either this wolf was trying to compliment her, or she had intended the comment to be humorous. Night took it as both and gave a small chuckle.

Blood's grin softened when Myth mentioned NightShade and Kaine. She only knew them because the black and brown wolfess had told her. Still... at least she was paying attention. That was always a good quality to have.

So... this kid knew of Karolek and Sofika. She'd done her homework. Obviously she had been contemplating coming her for a while. If she was as knowledgeable as she said she was, than this wolf would be very valuable. If not... well, she could always be chased away.

"Very well. Welcome to Arnlan, Myth. Feel free to explore your new home."

[grebo]

Myth grinned at Blood. "Thanks," she said, and remembered to bow her head in respect before turning to leave. "By the way," she added, stopping suddenly and turning her head back to whrre the big she-wolf stood, "What is your full name, if you don't mind me asking?" She wanted to know in case she ever needed to use it, for whatever reason.

[nightblood]

As Myth turned to leave, Night started toward the tree line, trying to make herself invisible again. At her last question, she paused and turned toward the white female.

"NightBlood."

With that, she dissapeared into the trees.