At least this white furred beast was a respectful one. For a moment just a beat of one. Artok remembered another who met him at a border. Calicoed and harsh. Had never liked him. Then it was gone as quick as it came. And he was left momentarily confused.
Adlartok was struck dumb for a moment at the next question. He, he couldn't remember. He'd been traveling he thought. But then snap shots of something else had attached to him upon his arrival at the pack borders. And he had felt so very old. Then it had dispersed.
Artok wouldn't have cared one whit if this ones children were small or large. He wasn't in the practice of hurting children. He alone knew the havoc and the hell it would reap. After all. He had been a whole child once, until someone decided he needed to be less than.
Not sure where I stand yet. But I'm a warrior even if I look like I'm not.
Adlartok was struck dumb for a moment at the next question. He, he couldn't remember. He'd been traveling he thought. But then snap shots of something else had attached to him upon his arrival at the pack borders. And he had felt so very old. Then it had dispersed.
I thinkhe tasted his words. Forming them with thought.
It's a little bit of both
Artok wouldn't have cared one whit if this ones children were small or large. He wasn't in the practice of hurting children. He alone knew the havoc and the hell it would reap. After all. He had been a whole child once, until someone decided he needed to be less than.