Anansi had been spending a great deal of time in the outer sections of the pack lands instead of the expected heart of the territory for a wolf of his rank, in all fairness however he didn't have a rank he was simply the son of the alpha pair but that was enough. He didn't like being around such wolves however, he didn't like the politics, well he did but he found the honest stories the warriors and the lower rankings wolves far more appealing to him, they spoke of battle, love, loss and blood. His own character was building because of his accusations with varies ranks rather than taking a haughty mannerisms of the higher ranks such as the lords and ladies, he was able to transgress that barrier and he learnt more from it.
It was late one night and he was making his way back to the heart of the territory which was predominately littered with large rocky outcrops and twisted trees which grew in the sparse soil and battered and twisted with the winds in the higher terrain. He was oddly pretty to him in an eerie manner but it was terribly theatrical and that was something he likened to, a perfect backdrop for many of the stories he'd collected over the past few months he'd grown up. He was now a young adult though growing had not brought any pluses for Anansi, he had his fathers height though his mothers delicate build which gave him the appearance of being rather feminine. This had been quite an annoyance at first trying to fit in amongst the large male warriors and fearsome females that found his appearance rather comical.
Amongst all his story collecting an frequent meetings with Ulfhildr he'd heard of Haemon many a time however he'd never met the blood shaman, only in passing. He had a similar build to himself, even slightly sickly in a thin skeletal way however he radiated a strength that surpassed his general appearance. Anansi thought it was about time he gained some sort of respect even if it was to a means that would simply content himself; he wanted to be the packs chronicler of tales. He knew this mean spending more time in the heart of the pack lands, gaining favour, he hated politics he simply wanted to be left to his stories but needs must.
It was whilst he was in thought as he made his way back to his humble den; he'd taken a small one of his own once he'd reached a certain age where it seemed healthy to move out from under his parents, father seem to grow more aggravated with the lack of space as they grew and the general bickering that occurred between siblings so it was best to move he'd thought. His ghostly pale blue eyes caught sight of a young female, he tensed up not really desiring a meeting with another this evening but instead of skirting his fellow pack member he walked directly at her; it was time to gain favour with the higher ranks and he needed to start somewhere.
