Omara smiled to herself as he spoke he was so genuine it was such a
refreshing to see.

"Time is the greatest hunter and it always gets its prey, but I don't
think that I have finished running the race just yet."

She teased as John point out how old she was, it had been
unintentional of course, and she knew what he meant, but she guessed
it was true, she was older than she had been when the pack had been so
young. She looked at him for a long while, making a decision before
approaching him so that her nose almost touched his face. Sitting
upon her haunches she paused again.

"One thing that you must understand about us is the pack. I cannot
say that it happens overnight, but the longer a pack remains together
the closer they become, until, eventually a bond evolves, it goes
beyond the flesh and joins us, it helps us hunt and to know when a
member is hurt or ill. It is something that I cannot explain, but the
Alpha of the pack is often the knot that binds the strands.

It is a concept that is difficult for many to understand and I
apologise for taxing your lupine understanding, but it is something
you must know before I teach you anything."

Again she fell silent and raised her paw, placing it upon his exposed
skin. It felt strange to be touching the skin of a human after so
long. The last time she had placed a paw upon one it was to rend it's
flesh. The memory was an unwelcome one and she dismissed it before
taking a deep breath and once more looking into John's eyes. Those
eyes that seemed so kind and so willing to learn, it was truly a fine
day to find such a human.

"The bond that binds the Thara'draal runs through me and now, for a
moment I share it with you."

Feelings and sensations began to run from Omara to John, a trickle at
first and then a stream, but Omara was careful not to drown John in
the sensations. Snippets of a whine or a rustle of fur, the sound of
a heartbeat and the smell of bodies clustered together. A wolf
patrolling, a wolf drinking and two wolves playing. All the time
Omara guided John through these feelings, steering him towards her.
Through the connection he was allowed to see her in a way that went
beyond her appearance. Sense of strength, the blossoming pain in her
right leg, her nobility of spirit and a dark stain of grief that
appeared as an open wound, seeping sadness.

Once again the images returned of the various pack members and then
the focus began to tighten on another. Its form was hidden in black
and seemed amorphous but what was clear was the overwhelming hate that
seemed to seep into John like a poison and beneath it a terrible fear
and it was the fear of a youngling. The amorphous black seemed to
swirl and Aranok's eyes stared directly at John.

Omara removed her paw, breaking the connection and all the remained
were the vague memories of what had just happened and the lingering
scents and sensations.

"I do not know how much of that you understood, it has been a long
while since I guided someone through a bond and even longer that the
someone was human. If you have questions, ask them, if not, then I
will leave you and let you get back to your duties as provider for
those young cubs."