I wasn't quite sure what that meant exactly, glancing up at the Huntress. Her gaze seemed rather determined, as if it was more of what she wanted than anyone else. Or perhaps, a means of getting a better feel of each other.
-Think about it.-
I will admit, the reasoning the Huntress gave behind joining the Rangers was well supported. Human Authority would be with me, but I didn't even understand the Humans enough to think their authority mattered in my life right now. I have Sykala and my tribe. Sykala's leadership and my Culture. Maybe in time I will give her an affirmative answer but right now... I can't even understand their tongue.
Now, I have the wolves looking at me. Why I have drawn their attention is something that somewhat puzzles me. I'm only a Skrel'eth. Yes, my cultures and traditions range closely with theirs, but it's by Sykala that we even hold together. Everything and Everyone has a place and time.
-If it was offered, would you accept?-
I would. The offer would never be made unless it was from Sykala. I hunt for him, bleed for him, nurture for his own when they are hurt or dying. He is my Keeper and I those he sends to me. Such beautiful creatures, strong, fierce. The Dark One cannot stand a chance against them. Yes, I will accept it.
A wolf lead me to the mountains, showed me the might of Sykala's Fury. Impressive indeed, though the demonstration left them wounded. I took the hollowed skull and bone I carried out, mixing up a mottled green liquid to assist His Chosen. Within moments, they were healthy once more. Yes, Sykala. I will accept your path. Send me to them, I will help them.
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