*Continues After Caretaker Omen's Boarder Thread w/ Lead Warrior Chiara*

They had just left the board, behind him lay the infinate wasteland of broken dreams and failed promises. Reckless behavior that he would never dare to repeat and now, he had the trust of Chiara, a lead warrior in the pack. Eneryx, it was a strange land to him, the way it curved and caved into the earth warping it just like the near demon likes state of the nature surround them. These lands were far different than any other he had cross through, somehow they cried out in pain and misery, screaming out it's rich history and he felt like he belonged. They were both damaged, the land needed him as he needed the land, and now he had a worthy job as a Caretaker. The humble face closed it's eyes as he trailed the female, a new found friend and hopefully lifetime pack mate. The front she placed was of this bitterness, a worthy opponant and battle scarred partner, but she was just as kind and gracious as he was. Thinking about what has forced her to come to be like how she was, a past that no one could understand, and it was beyond him to place judgement knowing far to well what it felt like. Still he followed her, his mind racing as they carried on. Large ears listened to her speak, how she would one day entrust him with the care of her pups, and that she too agreed with his basic knowledge of caretaking but she longed to know more. It intrigued him so he began to speak, telling her how he felt a pack should raise it's young.

"Many year's ago, my pack was a peaceful pack, and they raised their young on the foundations of that everyone was to be treated fairly. At birth a child is reared with the wisdom and knowledge of it's parents and it's caretaker before it's faced to the pack, once it's face to the pack, regardless of age it begin to learn all it can on pack life and the principles of how a pack works. Still, it is when a pup is young that it learns it's morals. That is where I come in. My caretaker, when I was a lad taught me that it was not kill or be killed out there, that it was a way of our forefathers telling us that we were top of the food chain but easily taken out if not careful. From this, we learned that by being in packs we raise the stakes on the pack outcome, but if everyone thought that it was kill or be killed, there wouldn't be a pack in the first place. This brought on ranks, with out ranks there was not functionality to the pack. We stand lost and unequipped to fight, defend, and nourish the members of our home. So, those who are able they chose where they wish to go, we use our traits to 'choose' where we wish to stand. As a caretaker for me and a lead warrior for you, but what if at birth, when we are shaping those minds we listen. I mean actually listen to what the future generations have to say, because if we listened maybe the son of an Alpha wouldn't want to be next in line, maybe he would care to help others and maybe the daughter of an Omega would care to run the pack someday but is discounted just because of the cloth she is cut from. If we just listened, we would see that how we establish things as adults have been shaped into out minds from previous generations and ever though we rule at this current time, we will not in the future. It's up to us to change the rules, bend the out of shape, and let the pups speak. If we don't listen, then we force them into ranks they don't deserve or worse, that they are not adequate for and they become miserable. Eventually, a pack can fall to ruins, not matter how hard the rebellious one's try to fight."

Omen sighed heavily, it was all too real for him. After living through it he learned that by shaping the minds of the future generations, he would have a change in changing how pack life could be and that by living in the old ways was far behind them. Only the generations to come would be able to change things for themselves, but it needs to start somewhere and Omen felt it was his obligation to the litter he lost. A small way of saying, 'I hear you and I am trying'. Slowly he began to stop walking, the area was beautiful as they turned the bend and in the near distance he could hear the lapping of the waves. Turning his brow towards the warrior he called out to her, grabbing her attention he spoke, "This is beautiful. A wonderful night in your company Ma'am." The sky was dark and the starts scattered through the sky, glowing sharply upon the red walls of the land and the overpass, Omen just let it seep into his soul. It was far too comforting being here and he knew this place would become permanent.