Lacking Humanity|Half Crescent

Chapter Ten

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The Black Crescent Circle territory had spanned out, and in hitting the first week mark—The clan had managed to work cleanly and efficiently, there were no more bitter comments from the wolves towards the witches.

Not when either species managed to carry their own weight, and if one spoke out of turn—Sage didn't hesitate to reprimand either one of them in accordance with the law.

In the first few nights, Sage established a first few rules.

-No leaving the territory without telling someone, which includes hunting or gathering alone. Which left room for a curfew of when to go to bed and when the fire pit should be put out.

-No bad-mouthing or using supernatural powers on one another, though that was more for the wolves to feel at least indifferent.
Especially considering Holly could move things with her mind.

-Eating together as a clan.
Sage explained in a handful of words that it expressed unity and togetherness. And the songs and chants at the end of each dinner were quite festive and fun, especially when the witches taught the clan certain dances to skip around the fire with.

-The last was about supplies, as she realized it wasn't about ownership.
Nearly everything was communal. The level of disputes regarding this rule had caused Sage to have her first meeting with the higher-ups.

Course Maeve didn't hesitate to Sage's bear coat, claiming that if she had one, then the entire clan should have one. But Elena scoffed, as did Isla.
There was always meant to be a visible difference between who was Alpha and Mistress in a coven or pack, thus leading to an argument that a Rogue would know anything about politics or things of that nature.

Sage wasn't giving up her robe, and nor did she expect people to give up willingly what they worked hard for. So the offer of sharing until better items were in place, usually meant deer-skinned beddings. Though Sage simply used the better half of her bearskin to make up her bed, the pups managed to share with her well enough.

It wasn't until the second week that Sage had almost forgotten what the pain of separation felt like. Having been out in the wild and so disconnected from her own pack and family, she started to feel the downfall of what her projection meant.

How long did they need to stay here before moving on?

She frowned and continued to grip the spear far too tightly in her grasp, causing Maeve to pucker her lips. "You'll snap the spear before you get the—" Her voice was interrupted by the Alpha's attempt darting into the water. The she-wolf motioned up her prize and huffed towards Maeve.

"You do this a lot before?" The Delta nodded silently. It made her downright furious that Sage could be good at every little damn thing in the— "I remember the first time I see the water, brothers took me swimming...I was scared of it, had to climb on his back to understand that I was safe." Sage's dialect improved with the constant need to communicate her thoughts back and forth.
As had her knowledge of the witch lore, it was a beautiful teaching that she made sure to listen in on their conversations once in a while.

Hoping to keep her studies up.

"Why wouldn't you be safe?"
"Bad memory with tubs and showers, I don't remember word, but they try to see how long I can hold breath underwater for." Maeve hadn't realized that her Alpha would've been horrified by a body of water purely on the instinct of being drowned again, and thus the Delta prided herself in remaining silent. Her bitterness got the best of her. Again.

"How old are you, Maeve?" She questioned, not taking her eyes from the water below. But the silence caused her to glance up for a moment, she didn't find it disrespectful—Sage was the one to have to take time to separate her thoughts and place it correctly.