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Well, now, this was very odd. Soren wasn’t quite sure what good he could do the older wolf, much less even fathom why a switch in seating arrangements would be necessary, but something in his voice… it was compelling. He didn’t dance around the subject with fancy words, or try to lure the little pup with concepts far too big for one little mind; he simply told him to come, and that was that. Odd, and yet, so very intriguing.

He didn’t give it much thought. Climbing to his paws and shuffling his way through the gathering, Soren came to sit respectably close to the great blue wolf. If he was told to listen, he would; he looked to the wolf to see if there would be any more instruction, then settled in a bit more comfortably, wondering if perhaps any of the storyteller’s words would really sink in. He’d been at the mercy of long and drawn-out yarns that had gotten hopelessly tangled in whatever remained of his mind, much too strange and new for him to hold in place and really, truly understand. Would a starry-pelted story stay in place long enough for him to appreciate?

Soren wouldn’t be disappointed.

While he couldn’t claim to understand the concept of a ‘god,’ Soren was well-acquainted with the warrior ideal. Rorret had, in certain ways, explained it; and yet, he had been holding back. This was the first that Soren heard of a traitor group, or a wolf mighty enough to slay ten on his own, but then Soren had never asked and there had never been an occasion when such things were to rise up. Some sort of sense could be made of his situation, now, and while he was extremely callous toward any sort of ‘family,’ he supposed it made enough sense. A group of wolves living together. Family. Though he had always figured the term was a pack, he supposed calling it a family would do just as well. A family led by a god…

Whatever a god was, he supposed it best to keep his head low if it ever were to appear. Soren was in no way clever enough or strong enough to match ten wolves, and he would hardly stand a chance... though it didn't seem like the Danel wolf was anywhere nearby, not by the voice of past-tense the storyteller used. Ah, well. Perhaps he was somewhere out in the shadows.

Llikmeht sat upon his paws as he listened...the God Alpha is all he could wrap his mind around. It sounded something like his mother. Someone would look out for him...be there perhaps when things went astray.

He pawed at Rorret's tail and smiled as a pup doese, as Rorret laughed with his friend. He liked being in their company. Even though he didn't know there past, and what they had done.

He liked the new wolf as well, wise was his prescense...as if he knew more than anyone else...interestinig. What was his name he heard it from Rorret...Arkadios...somehow beautiful...he enojoyed saying the name in his head.

He wasn't sure which pup he was talking to as both he and his brother were there...it seemed to be Soren. Serious...I'm serious...just quite but I'll let Sorren lead this one...besides, he and his brother had not even shed a word amoungst eachother which was making him ready to attack him at any instant. They had come from the same womb yet he would not speak to him...if he doesn't die, Alpha God help me from these feelings of tracking his scent to end his life. (hey Soren we need to start an RP don't feel like I know you just saying).

Llikmeht had never given up on the idea of a family, whatever that meaned or entailed. He still was not sure what happened to his mother or sister, but this was his family now, and he knew and understood the feeling of love, compassion, and the importance of a family. In a sense Rorret was the only father he knew. And without his mother he had to adapt to the new family that was around him. The Brotherhood. Some had cloaks, cloths something he had never seen. This was his family. This is what he had to stay true to. This was why he was here. To fulfill the expectiations they had of him, even though he didn't know what that was.

Lilkmeht listened as he told of Firdaws leading the pack against the pack tearing the ones against this pack piece by peice, he wished he could have been apart of it, trying to hide his emotions, which were actually new to him, a tear almost came, never backing down, almost losing, and then Danel...Danel the name like a light within the storm. He drove the others away...but he didn't hurt them...even though he probably could have... he just lead them away from something they didn't understand. He was looking out for his family...Family...this was something Lilkmeht wanted to be apart of...a pack...a family.

He nodded and smiled at Firdaws seeing his discontent. "After that fight, we mourned our brothers, Danel along with us." He said and shifted himself and shook out his fur. "We are all we are because of him, and i know that we will rise again to the great number. To be respected and feared by all who dare cross us." Xihuitl said and smiled looking to the pups.

"Danel was the first one who taught me how to shadow walk. Something that i have taught many of my younger brothers. It is almost a lost art, but Danel knew that the shadows are our homes. That they are the strength of the pack." Xihuitl looked around to his brothers, knowing many of them had never shadow walked, and who Xihu had taught had either died or lost the gift. Rorret knew and possible Firdaws, but other than that many never were taught.


"What else would you all like to know about?"

"It's true," Firdaws said, nodding. "Many of the newest recruits were left...to learn our ways on their own. And not very well, clearly." He laughed, a short, barking laugh. "Maybe if some of our kind were better at tending to the shadows, they wouldn't be so apt to get lost when searching for our traitor."

Although, unlike many of his Brothers, Firdaws did not believe that all of the missing pack members were dead, or even gone for good. He liked to believe that they were out there, lurking in the dark, biding their time...or simply terrorizing neighboring packs. The thought made him smile.

Even the traitor. Once a Brother, always a Brother -- that was what Firdaws believed. The lifestyle would get into your heart, corrupt it, and consume it. "In the old days, our kind tended to walk during the nights alone. These days, we're just as apt to creep out into the sunlight....though I can't say I favor it. The best shadow walkers among us, though, can become completely invisible, even in the sunlight."

Xihuitl nodded to Firdaws, "Yes, some of us can still shadow walk, and even in the sunlight. Though that is more difficult, you must bend to fight much more light than than of the night moon."

Looknig to the pup and nodding, "Yes, you can ask any of your elder brothers to teach you. I can shadow walk and have taught Rorret, i used to be able to shadow walk in the day, but only when need calls." Xihuitl was a perfect shadow walker, that was why most didn't know he was watching when he attacked. "I know a few other brother can shadow walk.

Arkadios frowned beneath his mask. Had they really neglected their young so much? To the point of losing their most basic skills? It did not matter to him if the omegas were at fault or if the entire pack carried the burden. At his point, they had no room for blame. Not enough numbers to lose so many more over petty squabbling.

Well, that would have to be remedied as soon as possible. He would have words with the omegas about it, and of course, the hunters and warriors would have to make certain to train their recruits properly...after he made certain that both Firdaws' hunters and his warriors were all properly trained. It seemed he would have to speak to the huntmaster as well. Make certain his warriors and the hunters and all of his brothers were worthy of the Shadowclan.

More work to add to his schedule. Charming.