I have never feared the storm
Sah hummed, trying to come up with the words to describe what he had been. "The Alpha is the leader of the pack. The one who has the final say in all issues, both domestic and in times of war. What they say goes. But a good Alpha isn't a tyrant. Instead they are the one who members of the pack go to for advice, for help, or even just for comfort. They're the heart of the pack, it's defender, and what keeps it stable. A strong, good Alpha means a strong and happy pack." He began to explain it.
"They would also be the one who would then work with Mune the most. It was why I knew her so well." Sah took a sip of his drink before continuing. There was a lot to say on this matter, and it brought up memories. Of his mother sitting him down and telling him what he should strive to be when he became Alpha. "I did my best to be that kind of Alpha, to fit those traits. I don't know if I succeeded. I hope I did, my pack deserved a good Alpha."
Sah gave a sigh, taking another sip. "My kind aged differently from humans, but I was a juvenile when I took power." He bit his lip, deep in thought. "If I had to give an equivalent human age as to where I was when I became Alpha? I'd say I was around 16." He shook his head, slightly. "Far too young. But I was my mother's son. And although there are customs in place that someone else could have taken over, I pushed through every test and challenge to prove myself and keep my birthright role." A slightly proud grin appeared, his eyes hold a mischievous tint. "I proved myself worthy enough for the role and title. And although there were challengers, I always won. And my pack thrived under my leadership for years. Until..." His expression grew grim. "Until the world ended."
Lost in memories, Sah had completely forgotten about his hand. He glanced down in surprise at the bandages. "Oh, right. Another weird spirt incident. There was a chest in Torchline that had paper, and somehow the paper bit me." He explained briefly, his bafflement over the situation clear.
"They would also be the one who would then work with Mune the most. It was why I knew her so well." Sah took a sip of his drink before continuing. There was a lot to say on this matter, and it brought up memories. Of his mother sitting him down and telling him what he should strive to be when he became Alpha. "I did my best to be that kind of Alpha, to fit those traits. I don't know if I succeeded. I hope I did, my pack deserved a good Alpha."
Sah gave a sigh, taking another sip. "My kind aged differently from humans, but I was a juvenile when I took power." He bit his lip, deep in thought. "If I had to give an equivalent human age as to where I was when I became Alpha? I'd say I was around 16." He shook his head, slightly. "Far too young. But I was my mother's son. And although there are customs in place that someone else could have taken over, I pushed through every test and challenge to prove myself and keep my birthright role." A slightly proud grin appeared, his eyes hold a mischievous tint. "I proved myself worthy enough for the role and title. And although there were challengers, I always won. And my pack thrived under my leadership for years. Until..." His expression grew grim. "Until the world ended."
Lost in memories, Sah had completely forgotten about his hand. He glanced down in surprise at the bandages. "Oh, right. Another weird spirt incident. There was a chest in Torchline that had paper, and somehow the paper bit me." He explained briefly, his bafflement over the situation clear.
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