Where The Fish Swim In Many

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In this part of the creek where it is too dense for bears and moose to go. Wolves, fox, and lynx rule this shadowy spot where salmon and trout call paradise. The water may be 4 feet deep, but the fish are many in this spot, and are easy to catch with the right skills. The Fishers and Fisher apprentencies dominate this area where they excell.

When he heard Velvel accept his company, he gave her a big grin. "Thank You Velvel!" barked Ken, his tail wagging behind him with excitement. He padded next to Velvel and lowered his haunches next to the white lass. Ken saw that Velve was now looking at Alba, he copied her actions and stared at the kit who was on the tree. Ken felt like his smiles were fake... a tense atmosphere seemed to flow around the adult wolves. Was it because of the enemy? What was dangerous about them? If only Ken could get a glimpse of the enemy wolves, he wanted to know what was different between them and us.

Key walked from the den. Her fur was shiny black color, all her wounds were healed. She saw the pups playing their "Fight games" She kind of wanted to join in. The pups, games made Key remember Moon and how they played games like that. Key smiled.

"Umm, I'm alright, I'll stay here," said Asmira and Blade gave her a piercing stare. Something about her looked... off. He shrugged. "Well, we're here if you change your mind," he called over his shoulder and turned back to the pups, flicking his tail. Pity, he was hoping she'd come over. Then he wouldn't be the only older one if their little group. Blade's green ear swiveled, listening. He heard Raven go up to Asmira and the comforting tones she was using, but not the exact words. His curiosity sparking, Blade looked over his shoulder just enough to see the two out of the corner of his eye. He heard the unconvincing 'I'm alright' and figured whatever was bothering her was serious... and all the more tempting to him. Giving the pups a casual glance he meandered away a ways before doubling back through the underbrush, taking every precaution to be a silent as the grave. He stepped lightly over twigs and avoided pebbles, coming up just under the log where the two she-wolves lay. He heard Raven get up and begin to walk away. His mind snorted, annoyed that he might have missed something, or that the conversation would cease.

"Well, we're here if you change your mind."

Asmira gave a small smile and nodded, but made no movement towards them. She sighed again.

"What's wrong, Asmira? You may talk about it if it helps you. You don't have to if you don't want to. It's purely your choice. I can assure you I can keep it confidential if you wish to keep it that way. I'll be here if you need someone to talk to."

Asmira turned her gaze to look at the black wolf. "I just..." she started, then paused. Should she say anything? Asmira looked down, and hardened her resolve. She glanced back up. "How did you know?" she asked Raven, "that you loved Raiden?" She assumed that since they were mates they did. "How did you know it was love? What is love?" Asmira turned her attention back to where Blade had been. He was gone. Her eyes flicked over the landscape in a panic but he was nowhere in sight. Her ears drooped a little and she turned back to Raven.

Silk had been listening to what Raven had to say. Secretly, of course, but she couldn't resist. All she wanted was an answer, and she hadn't been able to find one herself. But what the she-wolf had to say was the best explanation she had heard. 'Love,'.. It's so hard to find nowadays. She thought. It was true, for her at least. She was sure it was the same for a lot of the canines here. With a sigh, the fea stood and turned, heading away from the others. "Time to get my mind off things.." She muttered.

"Oh, Rudy...Rudy...please...please..."

She pricked her ears at the sound of the wolves voice. Looking over, her brow furrowed. "Is everything alright..?"

Asmira listened to Raven and nodded solemnly when the black fae was finished. It hadn't been the answer she was hoping for. It was the best explanation she was ever going to get, but it wasn't good enough. Asmira sighed again and got slowly to her paws. She wagged her tail and smiled, though she felt the sadness in her eyes and knew she wasn't hiding it well. "Thanks, Raven, for that. I think I just need to think about some things..." Her ears flicked, listening, though for what she wasn't entirely sure. Giving Raven one more reassuring smile that she was fine, though she wasn't, Asmira sprung off the log and ran. The jolt from the leap sent pain shooting up her legs, but it wasn't enough to stop her. Feet pounding against the ground, she almost ran into the group of pups. At the last second she jumped, sailing over their heads. "Sorry!" she called an apology as she continued, hoping they were fine. Asmira disappeared into the trees and kept going until she felt the first leg sores. Easing into a trot, she hung her head low and slowed further into just a walk. Only a few of Raven's words stuck themselves deep in her mind. "Love is not really anything. It is just a word to describe a feeling. You can't help it. It just happens. You get attached to them." she heard them again in her thoughts. Stopping, Asmira lifted a paw and examined it. What was she? A wolf, yes, so she'd heard. But only just. Why had she been where she was? She thought of the man with the odd stick-frame contraption in front of his eyes (glasses). He'd had musty brown hair and a constant grin. Even as he lay on the floor, blood pooling behind his head and chest. Asmira wiped the paw against the ground and shuddered, though it was completely clean. Even so, she could still feel the stickiness and she wanted to vomit. She'd never done something like that... never... and it had just kindled in her like a fire and became a boiling inferno within seconds. "I'm a cold-blooded monster..." she spoke under her breath, feeling sad. Maybe she never would find "love". How could she? What if she wasn't even capable of feeling at all?

"You? 'Cold-blooded'? Ha! Believe you me, you don't even know the definition of cold-blooded."

"Blade!" Asmira whirled around, recognizing the male's voice immediately. It was just the person she hadn't wanted to see. Her eyes bugged out and she felt flustered. "I mean... I'm not saying that... I know some others here might have worse pasts, but..." Asmira closed her eyes and took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. She opened them and gazed into Blade's neon green eyes. His expression was unreadable, though his words seemed bitter and angry. She wondered what he meant by that... what had happened to him? "Look, I just... I did some things I'm not proud of. And now I'm questioning everything I've ever done. I can't shake it. Do you understand?" she asked hopefully, hoping she wasn't boring him. She gave a sheepish smile and sat down again, keeping her paws close.

"Don't worry, it's fine. Everyone has ways of dealing with it. Take me for example, you'd never guess that everyone always abused me, right? I completely understand, but doing things you're ashamed of doesn't make you a monster. Doing it to hurt others with no regret, THAT'S what does it. Makes you anything but wolf."

Asmira's whole body froze when Blade licked her ear. She felt like a blush was coming on and it really annoyed her, so she turned away to make sure he wouldn't see. He couldn't, not if she could help it. Asmira tried to stomp out the feelings she was having. This was ridiculous. She growled to herself, low so Blade wouldn't hear and think it was his fault, though in a way it sorta-kinda was. "Thanks, and well, you take a lot of cr*p from everyone here, so..." she swatted him in the shoulder affectionately, like a friend. She nodded at his words of wisdom. "Yeah, I get it."

"You know what you need? Something to cheer you up... TAG!"

"I'm all s-- WHA?" she started speaking, saying she was fine. She didn't want to be near him... the more they hung out, the more she felt that weird feeling, the more difficult it would be to hide... his poke on her side sent her steeping a pace away and he took off. She thought he was gone for good until he stopped and looked over his shoulder. She looked at him, then down at her owns paws. She glanced back at him. "What's 'Tag!'?" she asked, feeling silly.