Lacking Humanity|Half Crescent

Chapter Ten (Rewritten)

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The Black Crescent Circle territory had spanned out fairly well after hitting the first-week mark—The clan had managed to work together efficiently, there were no more bitter comments from the wolves towards the witches.

Not when both 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 their rules.

In the first few nights, Sage established a first few laws. Something that Blake had mentioned very early on in their Mentor and Charge relationship. Without rules, there would be no order. And thus, these were created to keep the peace and everyone safe--

-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.

-There was communal supplies and personal.

As Sage quickly realized that these females were having a very difficult time getting an understanding of ownership. Nearly everything was shared. Yet 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 point out 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 the Alpha of the pack is or the Mistress of a coven.
Thus leading to another argument that a Rogue wouldn't know anything about politics or things of that nature.

Sage wasn't giving up her coat, 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 was meant to hold the masses until later, which usually meant deer-skinned beddings and those of the sort. Though Sage simply used the better half of her bearskin to make up her bed.
It was well worth it considering the pups managed to share with her every night.

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 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 to dart into the water.
The she-wolf motioned up her prize and huffed towards Maeve.

"You do this a lot before?" The Delta nodded silently to the Alpha's question. 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 to the other females throughout their territory.
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 scientists try to see how long I can hold breath underwater for." Maeve hadn't realized that her Alpha would've been horrified by a simple 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.