[ In some respects, she is aware. Though she understands object permanence, that things exist when she can't see them or interact with them, death can be more complicated than that. Charlie--Charlie had gone missing. But she had always been more easily distracted. It was unlike her to be gone from a hunt, but she hadn't seen Charlie die. She didn't know.
Echo was another story. Though Blue had been immobile on the ground, as she recovered, she could see and smell Echo's death. That was loss she understood--her sister was hurt, her sister wasn't calling for help. Something happened. No good, no good. Delta had been hurt. No good, no good. Alpha was in danger. No good, no good.
Those were all things she understood.
Alpha had told her to go, that he wasn't going to accompany her to get the pack back together. The permanence of that decision, however, remained unknown to her. Alpha always disappeared for periods of time, but Alpha always came back. She supposed that was just part of being the Alpha--he had things to do. He had been with other meatsacks, he supposed, that he chose to be important. One she recognized the smell of from a few previous occasions, but paid little heed. The only two that really mattered were Alpha and Alpha's companion who worked with them too. She allowed his touches, that was a big step.
So Alpha, once again, returned as expected. As he's supposed to. Because he's Alpha and that's what he does.
She knows that whistle. Blue's head immediately turns to the direction, her name following. "Names" are concept that had been introduced by Alpha in the first place. Concepts of other animals and meatsacks is one thing, but the repeated and unique mesh of sounds to indicate an individual is special. That's why he's Alpha.
Blue spots him further off, but she closes the distance quickly. As she approaches, she slows, her claws clicking along the flooring. When she comes to a stop, it's a short ways away, her head cocked slightly to the side. Then, she chitters questioningly.
You're here. Where is here? Where is the rest of the pack? ]
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Echo was another story. Though Blue had been immobile on the ground, as she recovered, she could see and smell Echo's death. That was loss she understood--her sister was hurt, her sister wasn't calling for help. Something happened. No good, no good. Delta had been hurt. No good, no good. Alpha was in danger. No good, no good.
Those were all things she understood.
Alpha had told her to go, that he wasn't going to accompany her to get the pack back together. The permanence of that decision, however, remained unknown to her. Alpha always disappeared for periods of time, but Alpha always came back. She supposed that was just part of being the Alpha--he had things to do. He had been with other meatsacks, he supposed, that he chose to be important. One she recognized the smell of from a few previous occasions, but paid little heed. The only two that really mattered were Alpha and Alpha's companion who worked with them too. She allowed his touches, that was a big step.
So Alpha, once again, returned as expected. As he's supposed to. Because he's Alpha and that's what he does.
She knows that whistle. Blue's head immediately turns to the direction, her name following. "Names" are concept that had been introduced by Alpha in the first place. Concepts of other animals and meatsacks is one thing, but the repeated and unique mesh of sounds to indicate an individual is special. That's why he's Alpha.
Blue spots him further off, but she closes the distance quickly. As she approaches, she slows, her claws clicking along the flooring. When she comes to a stop, it's a short ways away, her head cocked slightly to the side. Then, she chitters questioningly.
You're here. Where is here? Where is the rest of the pack? ]