“It’s ok..” He cooed , nudging the top of her head as she spoke. He didn’t want Senna to feel bad, not ever if he could help it, although he was aware that that was an impossible task.
“I’m sorry I did not speak to you sooner about everything. I have had a lot on my mind and I am easily caught up in my thoughts. I…” The heat of embarrassment began to rise in the back of his throat, like acid burning his esophagus. “I am not so good at these things, Senna. Prior to coming to this valley, I had been alone for many years. I am still adjusting to being around others and staying social with them. I am sorry. I am still learning.” How pathetic it was of him, to not know how to keep up on the one thing that was naturally apart of being a wolf, being social. He had to be better, he had to be, for Senna and for The Sanctuary.
“Nothing is changing dear child, just becoming structured. It is something we wolves like to do, for reasons still unknown to even myself. I believe it is a thing that a friend of mine mentioned once before, Instinct.” Fondly he remembered Grigore and the mentioning of such a word, a word that Nanook had thought on many nights. “In my eyes, The Sanctuary has existed since the day it was founded by the old and wise Fern. When she passed, a wolf by the name of Argus took the lead, but many tragic things happened to him and that was when the pack disbanded, but I now see that The Sanctuary is more then just a pack, it is an idea, a purpose. To help those in need, but in order for that purpose to be brought to life you need structure, you need those who are willing to take on roles that help fulfill that purpose. That is where ranks come in, but really, for us they are just titles. I view every wolf here as an equal, not beneath me.” He spoke unbroken and hoped that this explanation would help ease the girl’s troubled mind. The old wolf did not realize that such things troubled the pup so much, he did not know what fears laid within her. It was all very overwhelming at times and caused his nerves to rattled inside him.
This is what he wanted though, right? More emotion, more contact, more connections, more then just existing and surviving. He had torn through lands all on his own throughout the years, taken the world by his paws and met every challenge that Mother Earth had thrown at him and came out on top. He was strong, he was smart, he was a survivor. He had to be those things for Senna, he had to be confident, show her went it meant to be a thriving wolf. Show her so that she could one day be the same and tackle the world and all it’s troubles and come out on top.
“I do not wish to reign over others, Senna, but to protect them and help them thrive in this sometimes cruel world. Wolves are strong in number and they find comfort in having someone at the head to bring all of their worries and troubles to. To face fears that they are not ready to face on their own. Someone to help them figure out things that others may not be able to handle. If that is what is needed in The Sanctuary, then that is what I must be.” His voice held confidence and a wisdom that surprised even himself. He would do this though, he would be their Guardian if that is what was needed.
“Senna…” He paused briefly, feeling the unease and embarrassment roll off of the pup, causing his own anxiety to flare slightly, but he was strong, he had to remember that, he had to remind himself. “You are of my own, no matter what anyone else says. You are my family.” He said the words with pride and boldness, as if daring anyone to come bursting into the scene and challenge him or say otherwise.
Aug 28, 2017 12:26 PM — Post #4
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