Technology was something that had grown around Asher in a way that had been surprising, confusing, and, at times, irritating to him. But beyond all, it was convenient, and considering that he wasn’t going to age to death any time soon, he’d long since refused to become some fuddy-duddy old fool who was too stubborn to learn. Perhaps his negative traits were many, but obstinate was not among them - especially when pragmatism was more beneficial to his everyday routine.
With this in mind, he’d gone so far as to indulge in social media - though much more as an observer than as a commentator or, heaven forbid, an influencer. As profile pictures he thought it quite the twist of irony to use National Geographic images of wolves - and he was well aware that this humour was either lost on those who were unaware of the magic in their world, or was worthy of eye rolls from those who did. Something akin to a dad joke for a man who wanted so desperately to represent a father but had no idea how. Ah, but all that was far too deep for the description of his current scrolling through twitter, catching up on the latest dramas - this was his guilty pleasure, after all.
The deep, knowing hazel of his eyes rose from the lit screen when the timid voice of Audrey matched the footsteps he’d heard long before, and he deftly assessed the emotion on her face. He was good at reading people, and often showed as much - perhaps accidentally, or perhaps in an effort to subtly intimidate.
“Something funny?” He’d caught the twitch of her lip, but the comment didn’t appear to hold any malice. In fact, it was lightly playful, as if it might almost be a request to be let in on the joke.
“I did,” he continued, locking his phone and stuffing it into the pocket of his worn jeans as he rose from the tree stump. “I’ve heard whispers that you’re taking well to Changing.” He paused, watching her pensively once more, awaiting some kind of response - whether that be verbal or physical; either was acceptable, considering he hadn’t phrased it as a question. Those, everyone in the pack knew, were important to answer - with truth and haste.
“I’d like to see a demonstration. Come.” With that, and without looking to make sure that she followed, Asher turned and made his way into the hall through a large, wooden door. It slid open on a massive, rolling hinge, and he stepped into the open space before offering that Audrey do the same. Inside, the hall was a massive expanse of polished concrete flooring - Asher would have preferred floorboards, but they scratched too easily - and the only sections that appeared to be walled off contained a relatively large kitchen, and a bathroom on the opposite end of the structure. The ceilings were vaulted and high, and contained uniformly installed skylights - again, too breakable, though Asher would likely have preferred massive, scenic windows overlooking the lake. As an alpha, he had to make sacrifices. Not even double glazing would help if a rookie wolf went ballistic and threw themselves at the glass.
With this in mind, he’d gone so far as to indulge in social media - though much more as an observer than as a commentator or, heaven forbid, an influencer. As profile pictures he thought it quite the twist of irony to use National Geographic images of wolves - and he was well aware that this humour was either lost on those who were unaware of the magic in their world, or was worthy of eye rolls from those who did. Something akin to a dad joke for a man who wanted so desperately to represent a father but had no idea how. Ah, but all that was far too deep for the description of his current scrolling through twitter, catching up on the latest dramas - this was his guilty pleasure, after all.
The deep, knowing hazel of his eyes rose from the lit screen when the timid voice of Audrey matched the footsteps he’d heard long before, and he deftly assessed the emotion on her face. He was good at reading people, and often showed as much - perhaps accidentally, or perhaps in an effort to subtly intimidate.
“Something funny?” He’d caught the twitch of her lip, but the comment didn’t appear to hold any malice. In fact, it was lightly playful, as if it might almost be a request to be let in on the joke.
“I did,” he continued, locking his phone and stuffing it into the pocket of his worn jeans as he rose from the tree stump. “I’ve heard whispers that you’re taking well to Changing.” He paused, watching her pensively once more, awaiting some kind of response - whether that be verbal or physical; either was acceptable, considering he hadn’t phrased it as a question. Those, everyone in the pack knew, were important to answer - with truth and haste.
“I’d like to see a demonstration. Come.” With that, and without looking to make sure that she followed, Asher turned and made his way into the hall through a large, wooden door. It slid open on a massive, rolling hinge, and he stepped into the open space before offering that Audrey do the same. Inside, the hall was a massive expanse of polished concrete flooring - Asher would have preferred floorboards, but they scratched too easily - and the only sections that appeared to be walled off contained a relatively large kitchen, and a bathroom on the opposite end of the structure. The ceilings were vaulted and high, and contained uniformly installed skylights - again, too breakable, though Asher would likely have preferred massive, scenic windows overlooking the lake. As an alpha, he had to make sacrifices. Not even double glazing would help if a rookie wolf went ballistic and threw themselves at the glass.
