Before the young one spoke, the other male had finally joined the conversation, but his words struck Nanook as strange and almost disturbing.
Bring them back?
Was that meant to be a real suggestion? Was that his way of trying to make the pup feel better? Who was this stranger?
Just as Nanook was about to comment on bringing the dead back to life, the youngling spoke and boy was the pale wolf glad he did. Disputing beliefs was not something that he cared to get into, especially one that was so far out there, should not, in his opinion, be suggested to a pup. He merely shot the other male a bewildered look in response, before turning his focus back on the pup
From how Geir talked, the wolves that were lost, were his family or friends, wolves of importance. This tugged at Nanook’s heart, for someone so young, to have family abandon him, it was something that he could relate to, even if he could not remember his own family, he remembered the hurt, the questioning, the anger. He remembered those things over others far too easily.
Amber eyes rose to look out to the east, where The Wasteland was waiting, that barren hellhole that he himself crossed to get into The Valley so many moons ago. It was no place for pups, especially ones that seemed inexperienced in the harshness of life. He feared for Geir, if his decision was to continue onward.
Then, a shock, a situation that Nanook himself was inexperienced in, someone crying. His insides crawled, he had no knowledge on how to handle what was happening in front of him. For a moment, he stood there awkwardly, feeling a little dumbfounded, but soon he lowered his own head, despite his want to keep an eye on the strange male and gave the boy a nudge, a short nuzzle of comfort. He remembered his last encounter with Grigore and remembered how his greeting touch felt. Maybe this contact he was offering now would comfort the boy? Make him feel good inside, if only for a moment.
“It must be your choice, Geir. To stay or to go. Only you can decide.” He paused for a moment, pondering, as if deciding on what to say. His voice was quiet. “If you go, please be careful, be smart. The Wasteland is not a force to be taken lightly. It will be hard. It will be painful and it will hurt you.” Nanook’s voice was grave and tinged with regret, regret on having to tell such things to one so young and sensitive, but better he be prepared if his decision was to go on alone, be it through The Wasteland or otherwise.
“If you decide to stay, in The Valley, know that you have a friend in The Hills. If you are hungry, lonely or need shelter, I do not live far off from here and I do not plan on moving.” A genuine offer, Nanook had already lived in the Hills and around the Hollow long enough, his heart seemed set on the two areas and upon finding a couple of pups roaming, alone, he felt that maybe these two areas were a good place for him to be useful. So, he would stay.He would help Senna and Geir as much as he could, while they stayed within The Hills. If they called, he would answer.
Aug 03, 2017 09:40 PM — Post #11
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