Since moving out of his family’s estate, Asher had managed to maintain a relatively covert lifestyle whilst also obtaining some sense of opulence when it came to his living arrangements. To the larger population, he was likely considered somewhat of a hermit whose true location was unknown, but assumed to be “that big place on the lake”. This, essentially, was true. But the property was far-reaching and spanned at least ten acres and three dwellings - the smallest of which was where he lived, perhaps surprisingly. Despite his penchant for the finer things, Asher didn’t particularly enjoy large expanses when he wasn’t on four legs. The second residence was a guest home, decked out with multiple bedrooms for new members, and the last was a large hall right on the waterfront, often used for congregating the pack when the need arose.
Currently, the alpha was headed to that hall, dressed casually and barefoot. He’d sent a message to one of his members: a newer woman - or, a girl, really. A child in his eyes. Either way, he’d organised to meet Audrey for one of the first times since her initial induction. Though he tended to treat his pack as his family, Asher had an admittedly confusing relationship with the concept itself. He was still aloof and distant, even cold at times. But that didn’t mean he didn’t care; he just wasn’t entirely sure how to show it. One of the ways he attempted to, however, was this: teaching.
Asher was a mentor to his members, and he took that role very seriously. One of the most important things about living as a werewolf was intentional shifting and, within that, controlling one’s mind. And so, with his lesson plan mentally inscribed, he took a seat on a tree stump out the front of the hall, propped his ankle up on the opposite knee, and settled in to wait, checking his phone intermittently.
Currently, the alpha was headed to that hall, dressed casually and barefoot. He’d sent a message to one of his members: a newer woman - or, a girl, really. A child in his eyes. Either way, he’d organised to meet Audrey for one of the first times since her initial induction. Though he tended to treat his pack as his family, Asher had an admittedly confusing relationship with the concept itself. He was still aloof and distant, even cold at times. But that didn’t mean he didn’t care; he just wasn’t entirely sure how to show it. One of the ways he attempted to, however, was this: teaching.
Asher was a mentor to his members, and he took that role very seriously. One of the most important things about living as a werewolf was intentional shifting and, within that, controlling one’s mind. And so, with his lesson plan mentally inscribed, he took a seat on a tree stump out the front of the hall, propped his ankle up on the opposite knee, and settled in to wait, checking his phone intermittently.
