There are several werewolves here acting as trainers. I have to admit, their tracking skills are impressive. And their tactics for pursuit and fighting while in movement are also impressive. But they tend to want to leave camp at night and either run around in the nearby woods and fields, hunting and/or howling, or head to the nearby bars, the favorite of which is a strip joint known for its rough crowd.
Rumors are that the rough crowd has thinned out lately at the strip joint, that an regular there, a locally infamous biker named "Snake" who is known for being rough with the dancers, and also with his girlfriend and her daughters, has not been in for over a week, and neither has been seen at home about that same time. Too bad. Sounds like a great guy.
Did I mention that werewolves make damn good vigilantes?
One of our werewolf trainers helps me teach some soft skills classes, such as Critical Decisions and ROE, Rules of Engagement. Thursday in class a student, a labradoodle from St. Louis, asked a question that took the discussion off into a philosophical tangent. After some rambling about between us and the students, this wolf trainer offered up these tenets of wolf wisdom which he says he was taught by his pack as a young pup.
Wolf credo:
Respect your elders - They know things, they raised you.
Teach the young - They are the future of your pack.
Cooperate with the pack - The pack that hunts together, eats together.
Play when you can - All word makes for a dull wolf.
Hunt when you must - Or you will go hungry or starve.
Rest in between - An exhausted wolf can't hunt well.
Share your affections - Doing so bonds you to your pack and they to you.
Voice your feelings - So your pack knows how you feel about things. And keeping it caged inside you will kill you.
Leave your mark - So your friends and foes know where you are and where you were, for security as well as legacy.
We are cutting everyone loose to go into town tonight. Hope we do not regret that. Hopefully the weather will keep anyone from getting hurt, killed or thrown into jail or the dog pound.
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