In the few hours that he had spent residing in the clan, he had ultimately come upon the conclusion that they were quite dull, if not a little more than that. He didn't particularly mind it, a few hours of rest did him well, but he also craved to be out and about as he was before. He was now on a leash, one that could easily be pulled by either the hands of intimacy and affection for the few friends that he was sure to meet upon his arrival or by the rules that he would be forced to abide by. Rules were something he was not used to following, the presence of them foreign and uneasing.
He had decided to meet new people, ultimately deciding that their possible friendship would be more beneficial to him than the hands of loneliness that were sure to grab him in his hours spent in solitude. He had vague, vague memories of what friendship felt like as if he was living in another life or another world. He could almost, almost remember their names. They were all surely dead as he was.
Was it unusual that he could even remember what it felt like to feel love?
His memories, the ones that were not of being in the wilderness were short and hazy. As if someone had taken a polaroid video of a few moments in time but then shook it about until it was hard to understand. He could remember being loved, feeling loved, until suddenly it was ripped away. As if the shaking stopped and the video faded. He could remember laughing, having family, but also a pulling sensation similar to the darkness that ran in his veins.
Part of him suspected it was something other than a gene that he carried. Something of another world. But the darkness he felt before, the one in the memories, it was strong and pulling and untameable. Sometimes a feeling like that reflected in his eyes, if only for a half second, as if he had lost all control of his body. As if he was the something else that crept through the shadows of his blood.
Barbara. He didn't know her. Understand her. Understanding others was hard for him, as if they were on another plane than he was. He normally dismissed those that spoke to him, or drew them closer so he could taste the love that was in the memories if only for a little bit. But it was soon gone, and he pushed those he let in away farther than ever. It was an endless cycle, a quest to find the love that he could somehow remember.
That was not real. Maybe they were just dreams.
But Barbara was not going to be a conquest. She was not going to be an escape. He wanted to make a friend, if not a friend than an enemy. He wanted something, or someone to speak to. To understand. She was the leader, if he was correct, and she knew more about the clan than anyone else. She would have to. And she would teach him. Teach him about clans in general, because he could not remember anything about them.
He did not know how he found her den. Perhaps it was because in the midst of his searching of the territory he had picked up on the scent of something sweet. Like peppermint and vanilla. It was unusually calming, and so he followed it until he came across her den. A little quaint, or perhaps just weird it would be in the other's eyes, but she was the leader. She knew about clans. She knew how they worked. And soon he would too.
Because he wanted to fit in.
The wolf waited, resisting the urge to walk away and flick his tail in her face. That was curt, and his goal here was to be the opposite of that. Warm, friendly, as much as his icy blue eyes proved him not to be. "Barbara, dear?" Pet names normally made most girls mad, but dear was one of the few that was simply an act of friendliness. Being polite. As expected, a cigarette hung from the right corner of his lip to ease his growing nerves. His goal to understand the clan as well as he could was slowly growing more tedious and tiresome by the passing minute. "Name's Socrates. I'm new—likely why you've never heard my voice before. A little blue birdie told me that you were the leader, which means that you know more about the clan than anyone else here. I've never been in a clan before. Can you tell me about the traditions and such?"
"If you're not busy, leader sounds like a pretty tough job to me."