Down by the fjord, hidden away from modern life is the tight-nit group of cabins pointed down to a beach framed by boulders and stones. Where large, luscious trees grow and flourish, where the birds sing acapella, celebrating the world in which they live. Where life is still, and time goes at a sloth-like speed. A man sits there. At the top of the largest boulder, where he is hidden by a curtain of hanging branches, and tall undergrowth, is the Leader of this camp. The Alpha of the Pack. Tahar.
A dark-haired man, with long, fluffed, curly locks that cover his eyes and ears. More importantly; the scars. He looks out at the water, where land meets the sea, where seagulls squawk and fight over crabs. The pups were down by the water, crab fishing, thankfully the seagulls not coming to attack them for a quick meal.
He watched the innocence in the game, their little hooks connected to mussels. They squealed when even a small little thing came near them. The small ones were harmless. He chuckled to himself, a low voice echoing against the stone wall behind him. This grabbed the Pup's attention, having realized who it was up there, they waved up to him, yelling at the top of their lungs (as they believed he was deaf, apparently) "HI ALPHA!" while their arms went every which way.
What funny little things they were. Innocent, kind, and happy. Living the best life they could in the pack. He was proud of himself that he could make a world where the pups had a lack of hate in their life, where they could live wonderfully.
Smiling, he stood from where he sat, climbing down the side of the mound of rocks, jumping between each naturally made step down to the level ground. Walking around the pile, he strode to the beach where the pups were playing and laughing at the crabs. They didn't notice the ginormous man until he spoke up;
"Hey," They perked up, with goofy smiles, "Whatcha doing?" He'd ask, squatting to be near their level. There was a group of them watching an area of sand. Most put a finger to their lips while another whispered over.
"We're watching the crab poke up..." The boy whispered, "Here it comes!" He exclaimed in a quiet announcement. The waves came up to the beach and washed away sand as a tiny crab was uncovered, digging deeper into the ground to hide away from the group. Tahar nodded in interest.
"Oh, okay," He'd whisper as well, taking a hint at the very serious, and somehow very entertaining situation for the kids. Pups. Odd little things, weren't they?
Standing, he shagged up the hair of the little boy who talked to him and walked back to camp where there were many cabins built. Cabins for the multitude of families there. Many new cabins would need to be built, some smaller than others for the singular wolves, or guests. However, there was a specifically large cabin for said visitors, though at times it could be full, and they had too many in need without a proper place to rest comfortably.
Then there was the Shaman's equally as large cabin in the center of the entire camp where the sick, and injured could stay with the medical professionals. Tahar's little hut was a ways off at the top of the cliff next to the camp, out looking where the rest of the wolves stayed, where he could see the Watcher's posts, and any news they may have, and so he also had a good sight of the borders of camp so he could see if any threats approached, or any lost creatures who needed assistance. Those were, however, both very rare for him as the Watchers tended to catch these things quite quickly.
He shook his head, taking himself out of the personal map he had made for himself. Volunteers were making new cabins as there were a few guests who had wished to become apprentices, to join the pack. Because of this more cabins needed to be built.
It was never a requirement for members, or guests/visitors to build, help others, or even join the pack, but as it was such a timeless life here, many people and creatures wished to do something with their time. Which has always helped the volunteer algorithm.
Tahar had to remind himself of these things, as they were common questions asked by others, so he needed to keep the answers memorized. Even while he walked up the mountain they all lived on. He needed to remember unless he was caught unawares.
A dark-haired man, with long, fluffed, curly locks that cover his eyes and ears. More importantly; the scars. He looks out at the water, where land meets the sea, where seagulls squawk and fight over crabs. The pups were down by the water, crab fishing, thankfully the seagulls not coming to attack them for a quick meal.
He watched the innocence in the game, their little hooks connected to mussels. They squealed when even a small little thing came near them. The small ones were harmless. He chuckled to himself, a low voice echoing against the stone wall behind him. This grabbed the Pup's attention, having realized who it was up there, they waved up to him, yelling at the top of their lungs (as they believed he was deaf, apparently) "HI ALPHA!" while their arms went every which way.
What funny little things they were. Innocent, kind, and happy. Living the best life they could in the pack. He was proud of himself that he could make a world where the pups had a lack of hate in their life, where they could live wonderfully.
Smiling, he stood from where he sat, climbing down the side of the mound of rocks, jumping between each naturally made step down to the level ground. Walking around the pile, he strode to the beach where the pups were playing and laughing at the crabs. They didn't notice the ginormous man until he spoke up;
"Hey," They perked up, with goofy smiles, "Whatcha doing?" He'd ask, squatting to be near their level. There was a group of them watching an area of sand. Most put a finger to their lips while another whispered over.
"We're watching the crab poke up..." The boy whispered, "Here it comes!" He exclaimed in a quiet announcement. The waves came up to the beach and washed away sand as a tiny crab was uncovered, digging deeper into the ground to hide away from the group. Tahar nodded in interest.
"Oh, okay," He'd whisper as well, taking a hint at the very serious, and somehow very entertaining situation for the kids. Pups. Odd little things, weren't they?
Standing, he shagged up the hair of the little boy who talked to him and walked back to camp where there were many cabins built. Cabins for the multitude of families there. Many new cabins would need to be built, some smaller than others for the singular wolves, or guests. However, there was a specifically large cabin for said visitors, though at times it could be full, and they had too many in need without a proper place to rest comfortably.
Then there was the Shaman's equally as large cabin in the center of the entire camp where the sick, and injured could stay with the medical professionals. Tahar's little hut was a ways off at the top of the cliff next to the camp, out looking where the rest of the wolves stayed, where he could see the Watcher's posts, and any news they may have, and so he also had a good sight of the borders of camp so he could see if any threats approached, or any lost creatures who needed assistance. Those were, however, both very rare for him as the Watchers tended to catch these things quite quickly.
He shook his head, taking himself out of the personal map he had made for himself. Volunteers were making new cabins as there were a few guests who had wished to become apprentices, to join the pack. Because of this more cabins needed to be built.
It was never a requirement for members, or guests/visitors to build, help others, or even join the pack, but as it was such a timeless life here, many people and creatures wished to do something with their time. Which has always helped the volunteer algorithm.
Tahar had to remind himself of these things, as they were common questions asked by others, so he needed to keep the answers memorized. Even while he walked up the mountain they all lived on. He needed to remember unless he was caught unawares.
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