More than anything, though, he felt that he needed to talk with Borden. Alone. Borden needed to hear about what had happened at the den, why Jayse and that black <i>thing</i> were being so vicious to him. It was all completely unwarranted, and Kiche needed to know that there was justice in this damn place. While Kiche did not like it, he knew that on some level he would have to give his trust to someone in this cult besides Aisling, and Borden was the only other candidate. Only he had shown any real interest in Kiche, and he had been smart enough to ask for his help raising the puppies. Kiche would just have to make him understand how vital he was to their survival, to their acceptance into heaven. And if there was no justice in this place, well, then the puppies weren't safe. Something could happen to them.
All those every ounce of his soul screamed in revolt, Kiche knew he had to do it. Slowly, tentatively, he raised his head and parted his jaws. An awkward, round, but lofty sound rose out of his mouth, asking for Borden. He tried very hard to inject his message, his intent, his need into the howl, but he was lost. He had no idea what he was doing, and frankly it sounded nothing like the howl he had seen Aisling do, or the howls he had heard of other wolves. Would Borden come? Kiche began to worry as the minutes ticked by, and he began pacing once more with a renewed anxiety and vigor.</blockquote>
(This post was last modified: May 20, 2011, 12:19 AM by Kiche.)