Accept
You simply nod yes, understanding the difficulty now of trying to survive in a world alone. You're much more perceptive AND receptive to help this time around. With your answer he chuckles in what must be his most jovial tone. The large older wolf looks almost like a furred Santa Claus as his belly shakes and his laugh booms. He reaches out to your sword, asking you for your blade.
"May I see your blade traveler?" He asks and as you hand it over his paws run along the blade, following the mysterious markings and making note of the unique crest. He crosses over the crest with his paw and it begins to glow a dark red. Another magic? You think. His face lightens up again at the glow as if it confirmed something in his mind. As he begins casting a spell, however, the blade becomes engulfed in a flame, singeing his paw and making him drop the pyro blade to the ground. His pack-mates rush to his side and others still draw their blades to you again in rage. You simply whimper and raise your paws in surrender. Just as their strokes are about to fall upon you, the Alpha stops them with another snap of his fingers.
"No!" He commands. "He is alright. So it really is true. You are the one we seek. Only you can control the fire that breathes inside that very blade. Only with your help, do any of us have a chance at lasting peace. Please, join us back at our outpost. If you would be so kind, that is." His offer was more of a polite suggestion. You follow along behind them and admire the wonderful painted sky. The sun sets heavily across the frozen landscape and creates a quiet bliss which is only interrupted by the light footsteps of your escort. No words are exchanged as you walk but many a curious glance are thrown in your direction. Their curious of you, of where you come from, your purpose here and your true intent. Rightful questions for someone in their position, even if only misplaced concerns.
Written by Lokor and Kire Kitsune on 16 March 2014
