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[Nymph]

Nymph listened intensely as Kismet listed off his plan for a tour. This place was so much bigger than she thought! She was curious about his voice though. It sounded dark, a little frightening as the tale went along. She furrowed her brow at him as he spoke, she was thoroughly confused. Kismet was such a gentleman, why the very sudden change?

Her thoughts were taken in a different direction as she thought about the packs. She never been in a true pack, only her family. Were they really safer than striking out on her own? She would never be alone, and that is a huge plus! She was interested in Airila pack, protectiveness was very commendable her book. That is what a leader should have in mind. "How many packs are there?" Surely there were more than one.

She followed Kismet's line of sight, which wasn't really that telling. The night swallowed the scenery before anything remarkable could be revealed to the green eyes of the little wolf. She looked back at Audas, he looked uncomfortable. She gave him an encouraging smile, she was sure Kismet would keep them safe. The jumpy brown male elected his thoughts first to start the grand tour. She nodded in agreement.

She was excited and just a little nervous. She had learned so much in such little time, she would burst by the end of her time with Audas and Kismet. But the curiosity pulsed through her body, she could hardly contain her joy. She waited for Kismet to lead off, she would wait til last. She thought it might help Audas' uneasiness, having her there at his back. He was a curious male, she hoped that over time he would calm down and let himself relax. Whatever plagued him so much perhaps would die down in time, she would never expect him to let go completely but she prayed he would find peace one day.

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OOC: Drama is good. Up for that!

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Both wolves seemed to be disturbed by the dark glint in Kismet's eyes, and the dark tone which he used. It was true: he had had a bad experience--well, that was a major understatement. He had almost lost his life to a pack that was dark and cruel, and malicious to the point of extremity. No one on the island knew of this encounter, except one. But even that one wolf didn't know the extent of the situation. All she knew was that he had had the encounter, and had been minorly injured. It was Kismet's humility, not pride, that kept him from revealing this part of his past. He did not wish to plague others with his pain and turmoil, especially when it was unnecessary. No one could help him, so why should he bother them with knowledge that would only torment them? They would feel sorry for him, pity him even, but would be unable to help him, and that in itself would torment them. He refused to cause anyone such pain, and so he did not speak of it. Although he couldn't hide the slight limp that his right foreleg betrayed, or the three, long scars that traversed his left side. He couldn't hide the tear in his right ear. And he didn't try to hide his scarring: he simply did not ever explain how he received such wounds.

Kismet was unhappy that his companions had not seen through his apparent "darkness", and realized that it had just been a joke. But he knew that he could not explain it away. They had seen it, but not seen past it, and now he would have to prove rather than simply say that it had been fake. He truly thought well of Airila, and highly prized it's alpha. Even though he was against the idea of a pack, and couldn't understand why anyone would submit their will to another willingly--unless they were injured in some way and couldn't provide for themselves properly--if he was ever going to join a pack, it would be Airila. Toiro didn't take advantage of his subjects, as far as Kismet could tell, and the calls in Shyia were always friendly and inviting. Even if they were commanding, it was a gentle command. There was no unnecessary anger or violence in the pack. That, combined with Toiro's personality and how he took care of his pack, set him very high in Kismet's eyes.

How many packs are there?

Kismet turned to Nymph with a warm smile.

There are five packs, total. Airila, which I already mentioned, Zakur, Ultoris, Descai, and Tassos. There are no packs on Tas'alea; neither are there any on Ina'mos. I will point out the territory of each as we travel south.

Kismet smiled warmly, and Audas prompted him to lead the way. So, without further ado, Kismet turned his back on his companions, and began to walk toward the Nyjoro Hills. After he was sure that they were following him, he quickened his pace to a trot, and then into a gentle lope. It was slow enough that the others could easily follow him, but quick enough that they would be able to cover at least a small part of their tour tonight. He planned to stop and rest in the Niall Caverns of Tiayr.

"Talking."

WORDS: 586 | TAGGED: Audas Nymph | NOTES: closed unless Sam is gonna post again. I think Ina'mos is perfect, because it'll also be the end of their tour. I'm not sure what drama could happen on Ina'mos, but I'm up for it! If y'all want me to start, just let me know, and I'll get it done. If not, both of you are welcome to start(: