Alcatraz stalked into the main den site, his amber eyes half lidded as they darted around the clearing. With all the tension between Aryn and Blutwald, it was his job as a Warden to train his pack mates so they can be safe should the worst happen. Alcatraz especially believed that the best way to protect your friends was to arm them so they could protect themselves. After all, the Wardens could not be everywhere at once.
His pale yellow gaze rested on Erin. Lawson’s little sister, he recalled. He did not remember Erin having trained with Charaka, and he certainly had not done any training with her himself. In fact, never had they even had a proper conversation. Well, now ought to be the time to change that.
He padded over to her, his tail and posture relaxed. ”Hello, Erin.”
Alcatraz greeted her, his voice not unkind but not warm either. He went straight to the point, ”Have you trained with any of the Wardens yet?”
Erin had been completely absorbed in her hobby, aligning feathers and leaves of various trees found throughout Aryn to create some kind of strange image that only Erin could decipher. She had a focused grin on her face, crouched down in the sand as she constantly moved to different vantage points to try and make each placement of the feathers and leaves just right
. It was a careful practice, something she had thought of fairly recently in hopes that it would give her the ability to communicate with the Great Spirit better. Just one more nudge...
A deep voice had surprised her, and she jumped slightly and exclaimed with a middle ranged noise. Her sudden movement caused a draft that disturbed her creation, and she could only stare at it with disappointed yellow eyes as her trinkets settled in random positions.
She swiveled her head around to see the wolf who had spoken to her, and blinked. A huge dark brown wolf with bright yellow eyes was looming down at her, and she quickly sat up clearing her throat. She rummaged her brain for his name, Lawson said he was... Alcatraz, right? She hoped so. "Ah, hello erm, no, I haven't."
She answered simply, not really sure if she was in trouble because she hadn't yet. Erin was aware that there were some pack problems with some neighboring pack, but she was never one to get her fur in a bunch over political tensions. If she had her way she would have given whatever the opposing pack wanted to avoid conflict, but this opinion made her quite the alien among her kind. Wolves were suppose to be proud and territorial creatures, her nature didn't fit this description at all. She let her white ears fall back a little out of respect to his rank. She was stupid short compared to him anyway.
Alcatraz’s pale yellow eyes rested coolly on her ruined display of leaves and feathers. How very strange… the dark Warden wondered what in the world she could have been doing. He nodded at her answer, ”Alright, would you be up for some training now? It will do you good if any trouble should arise for the pack.”
Erin blinked, slightly taken off guard. Now
? Erin knew the basic fundamentals of combat and fighting, but she absolutely hated
it. Her ears fell back even more to express her discomfort, but it really didn't seem like she had a choice. She couldn't just refuse the Gamma Warden from his offering. "...Yes, I suppose.."
She murmured quietly, rising up to her feet to be led away by him. She glanced back at her messy pile of leaves and feathers, feeling one more pang of disappointment before she kicked some dirt over them so that they wouldn't fly away once she left.
Alcatraz felt a tinge of frustration at her discomfort. It appeared she was quite a bit like her brother, unwilling to fight. He hoped that she would be able to give it her all without the hard lesson he had to teach Lawson. Alcatraz would never understand some wolves. Many in Aryn reminded him of his old pack… all so peaceful, so friendly, so foolish. They had not a care in the world for the dangers of others, and it was because of wolves like them so many were dead. But whether he liked it or not he was in Aryn now, and all he could do is try his best to protect everyone, whether they were interested in protecting themselves or not.”What were you doing with those leaves and feathers?”
Alcatraz asked casually as they walked, wanting to start a conversation and maybe learn a little more about the young she-wolf.
She could sense his frustration. Lawson had told her about him, and how he had the most notable temper within the entire pack. Her natural instincts made her want to just lay down and offer anything she had to him to make peace, but now wasn't a time for that. She knew she'd eventually have to bite the bullet and do something about her fighting skills, she just wished it wasn't now.
But her anxiety was quickly distracted upon hearing Alcatraz's words, and her ears perked. "Oh that? I was trying to test a theory. By aligning the special feathers and leaves I thought maybe it would help me better understand the wills of The One."
She explained, picking up the pace a little to walk beside him now, taking glances sometimes up at him but for the most part stared at the ground. She had a habit of watching where her feet were going. "It's complicated, I had a dream about it and I thought maybe it was a message."
She added, trying to not sound like a total nut job.
Alcatraz nodded, ”Hm,”
he said. He never much understood religion or the possibility of a greater power, but he had a respect for it mostly because Athena believed it and it was the culture of this pack. Erin’s theories made as much sense to him as anything else in the religion so he thought nothing particularly strange of it. But he was a bit curious. ”How? Does The One speak through leaves and feathers?”
She blinked and nodded thoughtfully. "In a way, yes. Our Great Spirit speaks to us in many forms, but most commonly through the wind. He whispers to us and shows us scents and direction of things that are important to the pack. So by using those feathers and leaves, if placed correctly, He would blow the wind to them and spread them out in such a way that would help me better interpret what He was trying to tell me."
She explained, falling into her philosophical tone of speech as she began to talk about The One. Her passion for religion was never faulting, once she got started in her preachings she never seemed to stop unless someone walked away or forcefully changed the subject. She tended to get lost in her own little world. "The Great Spirit is so wonderful. He shows us where the herds are and warns us if dangers are nearby, all with the power of the wind."
Alcatraz supposed that made sense. After all, the wind did tell him many important facts about the land around him. He had never thought that it could be sent by some greater power. ”Hm.”
He said in interest, ”I suppose you have a good point there.”
They finally arrived at the clearing that Alcatraz planned to use for training and turned to her. ”Alright, Erin. You ready to get started?”
She felt a sudden surge of excitement. Sir Alcatraz actually
accepted The One? Had she successfully been able to spread the ways of The Great Spirit? Her little stump of a tail began to wag happily, however it stopped the moment his focus shifted to the clearing they came upon, and she quickly was reminded of the dread she felt moments ago. He turned to her and her heart sunk as well as her ears, giving him a nervous and unamused smile. "I suppose..."
She said quietly, suppressing a heavy sigh of defeat. I guess here goes nothing...