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Pack Meeting #212

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Meeting Notes

February 25th, 2023

Happy 22nd year Anniversary WolfSpirits!

  • Ophaelos is named Assessment
    • Mentor: Saskia
  • Code is named Assessment
    • Mentor: Rook
  • Saskia and Panther become mates
  • Saskia and Code named Spirit Sisters
  • Kova and Rook become Courts
  • Rowan advances to Assessment
    • Mentor: Shakira
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Number Of Wolves Present

 Attendance:

    @ApacheWolf
    @Kova
    @Rook
    @Shakira
    @Sanek
    @Panther
    @Rune
    @Fianna
    %Sasika
    %CwnAnnwn
    %Calder
    +Fern +Code +Cajun +Ophaelos +Rowan
    Leora Foxfur Grimwolf Althea Elvira Shukie

    Pack Meeting Begins

     

    <Kova> once she reached the clearing, she would look around for those she could see. She would make note of Saskia in the distance, and offer to her a warm chuff in greeting. A swift wave of her tail was given before she would stride up towards the direction of the Alpha’s stone. Reaching the base, she would ascend it before lifting her muzzle and letting loose a low, soft howl for a gathering.

    Rook 📖 A few long days had seen him watch over an uneventful eastlands– he had not seen the “aurora” that Grim had seen a few nights prior. Today had found him making his way back from the western Hollow’s Wood, a likely spot to hear, in the silence of such a place, the howl given by Kova. He had hoped to accompany Grim back, but so be it…Rook would tarry no longer and make haste along a worn westward trail alongside the slowly swelling river.

    CwnAnnwn Silver male was still near the Caretaker’s cache when the sound of the alpha fae’s howl reached him. Turning his frame to the northwest, he would begin to lope towards the clearing, weaving between the trees, tail held out behind him like a banner as he moved onwards.
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    <Calder> He had been making his way into the clearing already and by the time a howl would reach his ears he would perk them and begin to stride forward with a swift wave of his tail. He would proceed along the trees and perhaps just missed Daithi’s scent? Or maybe he wasn’t on the right track just yet. All the same, he proceeded with eager paws until he broke into the clearing and listened to the wind welcome him with many scents and sounds.

    Ophaelos .ೃ࿐ The scent of the clearing was within reach now. It was faint—few wolves seemed to linger. He was still within the thick of the forest, however, and would eventually veer off of the edge of the river and trot directly South. If he were to continue going down this path, he’d likely get put out at the most-Western corner of the clearing, but he was still a good distance away. At the sound of a howl he recognized only as Kova’s, his legs would shift him from a trot to a lope. Typically, a howl from her means a meeting, from the few times he’s heard her call. This time, however, he was the farthest he’s been from the clearing when a time like this arises. He didn’t expect another meeting to happen so close to the previous… what could this be about? *ೃ༄

    Fern -ˋˏ ༻❁ Fern would be in and out of the Southern treeline of the clearing as of late, but not far enough to be unable to catch the whisper of a calling howl from the midst of the clearing. It seems a meeting was due? Of course she would first cautiously look out upon the lands, watching for anything she did not expect, like newcomers, before timidly padding her way up to the Alpha Stone with a soft chuff announcing her arrival. Who was there at the moment? ❁༺ˎˊ-

    * Kova eventually the wind would be welcoming many more scents to the clearing. She swung her tail slowly and happily, as she would pick out each intricate scent. She would notice Calder, then Saskia again, Ophaelos then Fern who also appeared. She would sway her tail, chuffing to her in kind in a greeting. When the others settled into their spots, she would smile and dip her head. “Thank you to those who have heeded this afternoon’s call!” she’d begin first, allowing others to break the distance.

    <Calder> When the others began to gather, he would give a polite and friendly nod to each and everyone he was able to see. He saw Fern among the gathered and gave a chuff back to her in response to her own before turning an ear and his expression to Kova. He looked around another moment, just to see if his mate was near or Ragaire but saw neither so he kept a closer distance to the others to listen.

    <Shakira>   still near the carcass that had been felled conveniently near the stream that bordered the wooded strip that divided the Hunting Grounds from the Clearing, would perk her ears to the echoing ringing of a howl, and a most important one indeed; that of the Alpha. Turning back to the carcass briefly to tear off a sizeable chunk to bring as an offering to any who may be hungry, she would set off at a brisk pace towards the Clearing.

    Ophaelos —  .ೃ࿐ It is times like this when long legs become the handiest. He’d be able to clear the final mile between him and the tree line of the clearing within several minutes. He’d pause as his eyes adjust to the clearing and sure enough, he’d see the gathering wolves near the Alpha stone. He trots forward, his maw open slightly as he pants. The water from the creek splashes his legs when he moves forward. Would he see Saskia? Surely so. Remembering their promise, he’d sidle up to her, leaving a comfortable distance given the season. Before sitting down beside the fae, he’d nose her shoulder silently, giving her a careful glance. Perhaps that one communicated… ‘See me afterward.’ Now was not the time nor the place to discuss their theories, so instead, he’d look up at Kova with a watchful and curious gaze, remaining quiet for now. *ೃ༄

    * Leora the yearling would have taken her leave sometime in the evening from the clearing to go find her own lil cozy spot to rest. Rest she did! By the morning now, she would be making her way towards the direction of the clearing when a howl reached her! Ohhh! She could sense a great deal of wolves, and so she would swiftly move along the eastern edge, cutting into the ancient forest first to hopefully make the distance shorter. She was on her way!

    <CwnAnnwn>  It would not take long for the male to find himself slipping between the trees and into the clearing. He would not slow his pace once the rock came into view, his pace remained steady as he closed the distance to those whom had all ready gathered.
    ⚜Saskia⚜ —  Saskia would dip her head to Kova as she ascended the rock, turning her head to see a couple who arrived in the clearing. She’d see Fern first, and would chuff softly, offering a spot beside her for the familiar fae. She then saw Calder, dipping her head to the darker male. She’d not offer him a spot beside her like she did for Fern, mostly because she knew he’d wish to seek a spot nearest his kin. At last, she’d find her gaze lingering upon the white brute. It was Ophaelos. A tension washed over her frame before she shook it off, chuffing in his direction and also offering him a spot.

    Rook 📖 Both pace and proximity would likely see him observing Shakira’s path toward the clearing. He’d offer a chuff in hopes of closing the distance to the clearing together. A friendly dip of his nose would be all he gave to the Lead Huntress, however; lots on the mind of the Lore Master today as with any day. Grace given them both, either together or separately (dealer’s choice), they’d get to the clearing together or shortly after one another. He would first look for his sisters or kin before taking a place alongside them (if present), or claiming a spot near the eastern middle part of the gathered to save said goobers a spot.

    Code — Code would have heard the howl and awoken sleepily shortly after Saskia had left. She stood up and shook off the gathered snow on her pelt with a yawn. She quickly headed to the clearing, not wanting to miss this meeting, and entered through the northern treeline . A prickle of anxiety sparked as she saw the sheer number of wolves gathered so she’d find Saskia in the crowd and stand close to the fae, her ears slightly pinned.

    Fern —  -ˋˏ ༻❁ Oh, there she was! Saskia perfect, at least Fern didn’t have to sit next to anyone unfamiliar, though to be quite honest it would do her some good to step out of her comfort zone a bit. “Saskia, hello!” Her golden snout would softly offer a nuzzle and a few licks before looking back up to Kova while waiting for everyone else to arrive. For sure she would notice Calder as well. Gosh, she really needed to get on top of her tasks, patrolling and talking with Rune wise, if she ever wanted a chance to become a fully fledged member. Her gaze would not yet find Code as she was too busy keeping an eye out on the group in front. ❁༺ˎˊ-

    * Kova as each wolf would continue to gather closer she would swing her tail happily behind her. She saw Shakira among them and would be followed by Rook. She would linger upon him a little longer than others perhaps, before she would address all the others with a grin, now starting. “Today marks the 22nd year anniversary of WolfSpirits, and every year I always reflect on those who’ve made this place as wonderful as it has been over the many years we’ve been around. Truly we wouldn’t be here without the dedication, spirit, and amazing wolves who make this place us. I never imagined that I’d be sitting here today, 22 years in, and being surrounded by such amazing wolves (and people!). From the bottom of my heart, I’m so grateful for each of you, and for your talent, heart, and dedication to this pack to see it thrive for as long as it has, and will continue to do.”

    Rowan – The fae had been wandering near the eastern woods, though quickly she started towards the clearing at the sound of a howl. Kova’s howl, perhaps a meeting was in tow. Either way, she would quickly trot into the clearing and towards the Alpha Rock.

    ⚜Saskia⚜ — Saskia would hum deeply and nuzzle Fern, turning back to hear Kova’s warm appreciation. She would look around as it seemed quiet, and stand, speaking out in strong, warm tones. “Nor would we be here today if it weren’t for the strength, and resilience of our strong Alpha who has led the pack so far…” She’d stamp her paws and give Kova a nod of respect before seating herself back upon her haunches. She’d turn and see Rowan, and chuff her way. She’d offer Rowan a spot near them, but the spot beside her way reserved for her court.

    * Leora she would slip into the clearing just in time, it would seem! She would enter in and look around. She saw a lot of wolves! WOw-weee. Her tail would shift behind her quickly before she spotted her brother! She would give a wave of her tail and quickly slink over to him. Pressing her shoulder firmly into his, she would look up to Kova and the meeting.

    Panther – Would he have heard the howl from the carcass? If so, he would be up on his paws in no time. Instead of trotting, the male would likely be sprinting, he ain’t missing everything this meeting has to offer! Though, it would take him a while to get there.

    Fern —  -ˋˏ ༻❁ Fern’s golden gaze would surly winded at the sound of 22nd! 22 years? Gosh! Kova surely couldn’t be 22 years old… but how else would she know! She began to wonder about the great history this pack must withhold to go on that many generations of wolves. Oh she just needed to find out, and soon she would, once she actually gets around to talking to others… But for now, she would live in the moment, swaying her tale to get rid of the prickly tension that came with this amount of wolves. ❁༺ˎˊ-
    Rook 📖 A firm stamp of his paw to the still frozen earth below would somewhat quietly echo Saskia’s sentiments. Just over two decades was a long time… When Leora entered, a quick and low chuff would usher her over to where she sat beside him. He would take in what scents she carried and remark on the silent story therein before turning his attention to Kova and the rest of what transpired.
    CwnAnnwn – He slowed his pace as he neared the gathered wolves and would nod to those present before settling quietly upon his haunches to listen to the alpha fae as she spoke. He himself had been with the pack off and on for a long time, though his father had joined the pack within a year or so of the packs founding.
    Ophaelos — Today at 1:22 PM
    .ೃ࿐ He’d offer a friendly chuff to Fern and Code as they took their seats beside them, remaining seated to watch Kova. His ears would twitch at her words. Twenty-two years… what a lovely number, indeed. His natal pack used to have a similar number, but Ophaelos could never imagine passing on such direct genealogy that one pack name would survive two decades. That’s enough for two or four lifetimes… something like that was nearly inconceivable to think about. *ೃ༄
    Rowan – Once she entered the clearing, Saskia noticed her and had offered a chuff her way. She remained silent, but acknowledged the fae with a dip of her head. She glanced around, so many wolves. Much like she meeting she had been pledged at, though this one seemed fuller. She padded over towards Saskia, seating near her and the group that surrounded her.
    * Kova her hues fell to Saskia and there was a knowing but admiration in her expression to her words. A humbleness. “Thank you, your words are felt truly. Each of yours.” she smiled to look at all the others. There was the humble and admiration that still played along her features. Another moment passed and she’d gently smile, stompin her paw in lightness to keep going. “Now, I would like  to continue the meeting by calling Ophaelos and Code forward please.” she would cast her eyes to the rest gathered, making note of the next proceeding and the presence of each. She’d wait for the two to arrive just below the stone.
    <Calder> He would stomp his paw lightly to the words shared be the others, and to Saskia’s. He himself feeling the same sentiment. When Ophaelos and Code where called, he would momentarily look to both with a smile.
    * Leora as she seated herself by her brother, he would find nothing but the scent of the carcass, a wayward note of Ophaelos before it was just the woods again. She would swish her tail behind her and look out across all the other wolves and then towards Ophaelos and Code. Eager eyes watching them.
    Ophaelos —  .ೃ࿐ At his and Code’s name, he would glance toward the fae. Was it out of surprise? Possibly. He knew of Code’s reclusive nature, so he’d do his best in offering a kind smile of encouragement, waiting for her to get up so that they may approach Kova together. As he looks up at the silvery fae, a thought would cross his mind. Would anyone else be bestowed the honor of approaching the stone tonight, as he and Code have? His thoughts ran—perhaps there was a certain weight in his throat from the anticipation of awaiting Kova’s words, combined with the onslaught of eyes he possibly felt on him. *ೃ༄
    Code —  Code hummed in agreement with both Kova and Saskia. 22 years? Gee, what an old pack! Surely there must be many stories of the early pack. Perhaps she could ask one of the older wolves about the history of the pack… if she was to make this her home, she’d need to know its origins. As Kova called her and Ophaleos forward, Code stepped towards the Really Big Rock. She could feel eyes on her which made her uneasy, a slight flick of her tail betraying her discomfort, but her gaze stayed fixed on Kova. Ophaleos’ smile was much appreciated and gave her a littler more confidence.

    ⚜Saskia⚜ – Saskia would smile to Ophaelos, and offer Code a nudge of encouragement before she stood to ascend.

    Grimolf – Starting the day off with a reluctant grunt ; Grimolf dragged himself out of his temporary den looking outward towards the Eastern Border where the Storyteller pack lay. It was way too early ( for him ) to go out there. Perhaps, he would spent another hour or so with me, myself, and I. Luckily for the stubborn ol’ brute, he’d be blissfully unaware of the massive gathering of the 22nd anniversary. Crowds and Grimolf were still a / huge / work in progress especially when certain pups challenged him to an stare off.

    <Kova> her eyes would be light upon the pair as she would dip her head to both of them. When they approached and stood beneath the stone she would offer in kind, light words. “Code and Ophaelos, your journey with us started sometime ago, and recently you’d pledged with us. Several moons have passed, and your journey has been swift but true. I would like to ask the both of you now, do you still desire to call WolfSpirits your home?”

    Panther – Careful not to trip, he’d still be sprinting towards the clearing. Eventually, he’d enter into the treeline, he’d wind around this tree and that. Leap over this log, and run around that rock. Soon, he would enter into the clearing, halting at the treeline. A meeting was in tow, how much had he missed, he wondered. His gaze found Saskia and he would quickly slip in to sit beside her, dipping his head to everyone gathered.

    Rook 📖 Rook would hmmm lightly to Ophaelos’ scent being present in the tale but left it at that for the moment. It seemed as though she was making good progress in growing further into her roles within the pack. Speaking of which, he turned attention toward Ophaelos and Code, and he would listen both to the question asked of them and to the answers they gave in turn.

    Ophaelos —  .ೃ࿐ At Kova’s words, he would bow his head deeply, presenting her with a watchful and genuine gaze once his cranium was raised. “WolfSpirits has been nothing but kind and welcoming to me. Everyone here has been endearing, and trustworthy… I honor your traditions and have begun to hope to learn more of your ways, and the lay of the land. I could think of no better place to call home, my Alphess.” There was, indeed, no truer way to put his words. This would be his second attempt at placing down his roots. Ophaelos was getting old—he is to turn six in the next few months; he isn’t an old man by any means and was instead, well seasoned. But time flies quickly—his call upon the stone would be proof of this. He is far too old to be a wanderer for much longer, at least to the extent his younger-self was. It was time for a home—a permanent home. The honor of WolfSpirits extending that gratitude toward him would cause a certain warmness to rise to his face. *ೃ༄

    * Althea stretched, muscles aching as she poked her nose out of the small den that her and Elvira had been sleeping in. ”Whew, we really did sleep in..” Althea nudged Elvira with her muzzle. The two wolves had been minding their business since the pack meeting they attended. Everything was so much to take in, why did they feel so safe in this new found territory? They had been avoiding the other wolves, just sticking together which was making their bond grow stronger. The two wolves had heard whispers about a special meeting, yet were too shy to attend.

    Code —  offered a nod to Kova’s words and let Ophaleos speak first. When he finished, she would speak briefly. “My paws have taken me many places, but they always found their way back here. Wolf Spirits is where I feel I belong, and I wish to call it my home in time,” she said, keeping her voice steady and choosing her words carefully.

    * Kova she would look between the pair and still offered a light, but thoughtful expression to them. To their words, she felt true and heard. She’d turn then towards the gathered wolves and those of the pack. She first looked to Saskia, chuffing for her to come forward, then to Rook, to whom she chuffed to come forward as well. “As an assessment of WolfSpirits, you will understand our ways more deeply. You will know the roots of the pack, and the roots of your own heart. You will become more intricately woven into our fold and you will spend the time getting to know the wolves you wish to call family. In your agreement to stepping forward, I would like to name you your mentors. Ophaelos, Saskia will be your mentor through your journey. Code, Rook will be your mentor through your  journey. They will help guide you, and show you the ways of the pack as each have experienced and can share.” her tail would swing then fell to her haunches as she’d nod to both the pair once they reached the stone. She’d wait for them to approach before she’d continue.

    Elvira —  Elvira awoke to Althea nudging her awake. “Althea… leave me alone…” she said in a sleepful haze. “Let me go back to sleep…” She rolled over to avoid the light hitting her eyes. As much as she wanted to get up and do something productive, sleep was just as important. Knowing Althea would drag her out of her sleep anyway, she managed to stumble onto her feet and meet Althea at the entrance to the den. “Now what? Should we go adventure?”

    Rook 📖 A moment or perhaps two would transpire before he realized he had been assigned Code as a pupil of sorts. He would look to the fae a moment, recalling their limited exchanges, and shift his gaze back to Kova. A gentle dip of his nose would offer his own acceptance to the task given him. He had just the curriculum to provide Code with a well-rounded assessment period.

    ⚜Saskia⚜ — would gently nose Panther’s chin as he took a seat beside her, almost startling her in the process. When Kova called her name forward, she would sway her tail and quietly approach the rock. She made her way to the top, and looked between Ophaelos and Kova with a light expression. Ophaelos had gotten his wish, unbeknownst of her. Code had gotten a special mentor.. and she would be proud of her dear friend. Saskia would touch her nose to the top of Ophaelos’s head. “I will give you my knowledge and guidance as best I can, Ophaelos, Assessment of WolfSpirits.” She’d move back and give Kova a smile and a dip of her head before moving back off the stone after Rook’s choice of actions.

    Rowan – She would watch as Panther entered the clearing, settling beside Saskia after Ophaelos and Code were called forth. She’d watch with a curious gaze, was Ophaelos being promoted? Perhaps Code too. Then Saskia and Rook were called forth, she tilted her head. She smiled softly as she watched Saskia became Ophaelos’ mentor, and Rook Code’s mentor.

    * Kova when Rook and Saskia offered their acceptance of their new mentee’s she would give a smile and a dip of her head to the four of them. Her paw would rise and stomp lightly upon the earth. “Then, I would like to have the honor of naming you Code and Ophaelos, Assessments to WolfSpirits. May your journey be true, your heart strong, and your spirit willing as you proceed on your journey to calling home.” she would stomp her paw on the stone swiftly to the pair. She was truly happy for the both of them for they’d grown stronger throughout their time here and looked forward to their progression.

    <Althea> Nodding her head enthusiastically Althea bounded on top of Elvira. ”Yes! Yes! Yes!” The cold air nipped at her nose as she pounced off of Elvira, cleaning her fur from dust and dirt so she looked presentable to the other wolves in the territory. ”I wonder who we will run into today, there are so many faes left to meet”

    <Calder> At the naming of the pair to assesments, he would offer a stomp of his in turn. He was just getting to know each wolf and would be excited to know them more deeply as time would go on. He was excited to see their continued journey.

    CwnAnnwn – He would listen first to Kiva as she called up the pair and posed the question of whether they wished ti continue their path to becoming members of the pack. He listened to their words and when Kova named them to assessment, he would stamp his paw for them.
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    Code – stayed silent as Kova named her and Ophaleos assessments, a feeling of pride rushing through her. Finally, after… a year? She would be an assessment! As Rook was named her mentor, she gave a confused expression which was quickly schooled and replaced by a smile. Rook, the Wolf Who Thought Himself A River! She would have to learn to decipher his strange words if he was to teach her the pack’s ways, but she figured she would manage. She nodded to him and then to Kova. “Thank you,” she said. “I will do my best to learn all I can.” She would then return to her original spot near Saskia and their group of friends with a beaming smile, nosing her best friend and dipping her head to everyone else in thanks.

    Panther – Both Ophaelos and Code were called forth, it would seem as though they were being promoted. He hummed softly, nosing Saskia’s cheek, a smile on his maw. Then, she and Rook were called forth. His ears perked and he looked forward as Saskia padded forth. His tail swayed behind him as Saskia and Rook were given apprentices. His paw stamped the ground, and once Saskia returned to his side, he’d nuzzle into her fur as congratulations.

    Ophaelos – .ೃ࿐ At her nose touching his forehead, he would close his eyes, re-opening them with a smile after she speaks, dipping his head to her. “I have no doubt you will make a fine mentor for me, Saskia, future Guardian of WolfSpirits.” A large part of him was satisfied with Kova’s choice as his mentor. He would wonder if she knew of their friendlier bond, or if it was just a random chance that she was picked. Regardless, he was happy—it would have been difficult to be assigned to someone else he didn’t know well. Perhaps not difficult in action, but the road to forming a comfortable bond as the one he shares with Saskia would have been a sizeable obstacle indeed, had it been someone else. He’d be fond of Code’s choice of mentor—part of him was even a little jealous, given how knowledgeable Rook was. Nonetheless, today was a happy day, and the brute was more than satisfied.

    Ophaelos would bow his head at Kova, giving a stamp of his paw alongside everyone. “Thank you, Alphess. I look forward to growing with the pack, especially those close to me,” the male says, glancing at Fern and Code especially—all three of them were assessments now! It was exciting to grow alongside them and forge new bonds going forward. He’d allow the other pair to wrap themselves up before taking a seat with Saskia. *ೃ༄

    Fern —  -ˋˏ ༻❁ Fern would give a happy woof to Code and Ophaelos. Look at that! Her friends were climbing the ranks alongside her! New assessments, Woo! They can all learn together now, how fun indeed. “Congratulations you two!” Her tail would start to wave faster, almost forgetting about her tension of before. ❁༺ˎˊ-

    Elvira —  Elvira followed suit, standing up and shaking off the dirt leftover from the den they slept in. “Hopefully not in the same way we met those one wolves…” She was thinking about their encounter in the woods a few weeks ago, which scared the two faes to the core. “Let’s go, I guess… We have to stay quiet, we’re not going to be interrupting them again and getting both of us in trouble” She walked out of the den, waiting for Althea to follow her.

    <Kova> she would smile warmly to each wolf and watched them take their places back amongst their fold. She would swing her tail and gave a low chuff again, kind of apologetic the fae had to move twice, but she offered a tone to two wolves. “Saskia and Panther, please come forward.”

    ⚜Saskia⚜ —  Saskia would be just about seated when her name had been called. She looked between her court and the rock and smiled, moving towards the rock once more. As she approached, she’d seat herself on her haunches and look to Kova with a horribly hid sense of excitement.

    Panther – His ears perked, had Saskia spoken to Kova about their courtship? He was curious, though mostly excited nonetheless. His tail swayed as he rose to his paws, padding toward the Alpha Rock alongside Saskia. He dipped his head to the Alphess, and awaited her words.

    <Kova> “Saskia and Panther..” she began with soft but knowing tones. “You both have been a courted pair for many moons now. I bring you before the stone to ask of you both to see if your hearts have found their soulmates. Saskia, do you still wish to be named mate to Panther, and Panther, do you wish to be named mate to Saskia?”

    <Calder> He’d smile to the new assessments before turning his ears forward to now gaze upon Panther and Saskia. He would offer a smile and a sway of his tail as he would listen to either’s hearts.

    * Althea was careful with her paws as she padded behind Elvira. She knew that she had to mind her noise pollution, they would have to sneak away quietly due to the fact that they were a little close to Alpha Rock, near the ancient fire. Althea snuck in front of Elvira, heading southwest to near the clearing. ”Ya snooze ya loose, bozo..” Thea smacked her tail playfully on Elviras head and she skimpered forward.

    * Leora she would remain beside her brother until he would approach the rock when he was called forward. She wondered what it was like to mentor another wolf! She was happy for both Ophaelos and Code’s assessmentships and then she looked to Panther and Saskia. She’d tilt her head curiously to the pair and to the naming of what they wished. Mates? She’d have to inquire.

    Rook 📖 He hadn’t approached the stone when bade to do so. It wasn’t out of any emotional response, he just thought he was close enough and that the moment was that of the assessments, not himself. He’d catch up with Code when the festivities were in their lull and offer her both his personal congratulations and her first assignment. For now, however, the proceedings proceeded with courts being asked the potentially difficult question of further, chosen devotion…a common path to share for the time allotted. He’d look to Kova a moment, not understanding the danger he was in from potential questions from his younger sister.

    ⚜Saskia⚜ —  Saskia would wave her tail furiously behind her, unable to contain her excitement. “Yes, yes…! I have walked the same path as Panther for many moons. Our hearts were meant for one another, and I am certain his beats the tempo as my own..” She spoke with confident, happy tones. She knew her heart belonged to the black brute beside her. She had no doubt he would say the same, would he not? She turned to look him in his eyes, awaiting his answer.

     

    Althea — “I think I remember the clearing being up ahead!” Althea’s tongue hung out of her mouth from the exertion of the run. Althea glanced back at her companion and thought how lucky she was that Vira found her in that river that day and made the decision to stick with her. Their small little society of two was beginning to feel like a real home. “I’m excited to finally get some exercise… We have been so… so… stagnant.”

    Elvira —  Elvira and Althea continued running forward until a strong gust of wind blew the scents of many, many wolves to her nose. “Hold on….” She stopped to sniff the crisp, cold air. “There are so many wolves nearby…” Knowing Althea would want to go see what was happening, she looked over to her friend. She was scared, she didn’t want to interrupt, but meeting other wolves may be good for them both.

    Panther – green gaze settled on Kova as she spoke, a light smile lighting up his features. He nodded in regards to Saskia’s tones. “We have walked the same path for many moons now, I have watched her become the fae she is now, and I would like to continue our path. As one.” He offered in light, happy tones. His tail swaying behind him as he looked to Kova.

    * Kova as the pair would share their heart for one another, there was a soft expression given across her features. From Saskia’s tones, to Panther’s, she knew the heavy weight of their affection for one another, and the promise they shared between only two could. She’d catch Rook’s gaze, offering a gentle one in kind before turning back to Panther and Saskia. “As all have heard the heart and devotion for one another, such is the path of courts to being named a mated pair. I would like to have the honor of being the first to introduce the newest mated pair, Saskia and Panther. May your devotion and hearts continue to beat as one in this journey, together.” for this she would offer a sweet, low melodic howl for the pair. A song worthy to sing.

    * Leora how curious this thing was. Mateship, huh? She would feel her paws shift a little and when her brother didn’t migrate far from her, she would nudge him lightly until Kova’s howl drew her attention away from said question that no doubt would arise. She looked to see Panther, her dear friend, come together in this thing called mateship. How curious. Yes, curious. She was happy for him, though!  Despite the feelings of this new season, she was happy. She would smile and howl for both Saskia and Panther.

    <Calder> When Panther and Saskia where named a mated pair, he would smile and when Kova howled, he would add his song and voice to the mix for the celebration of two becoming one. He’d feel the hearts shared and given.

    ⚜Saskia⚜ —  Saskia’s heart would beat against her chest, and she’d pull her ears back in contentment as Kova’s howls and naming lifted into the air. Her court -.. mate’s words would find her in soft tones, and she would be grateful for them. Panther was her heart, and no wolf could ever compare to him. Not knowing if she was suppose to offer her voice for their own celebration, but she couldn’t hold it back. She’d lift her head into the air and let loose low, soft tones of her inner feelings; Completion. When she was finished, she’d nuzzle Panther on his chin and descend the throne, but not before offering Kova a silent, “Thank you..”

    Rook
    📖 Yes, a song worthy to sing indeed. When the Song was beckoned, it was made more whole with more notes; so, he would offer up his low howl to the sky in a hearty beckoning for the newly named pair. —danger, danger Will Robinson…the sixth sense of the Lore Master were slowly going off but likely not fast enough to avoid a barrage of questions after this. His own mind was on other things, occupied by his own questions.

    Code —  Code grinned, happy for Saskia and Panther. She added her voice to the song that rang out in the clearing, her tail wagging and wagging with joy for her friends. Mates! Oh, how wonderful! When the howls would cease, she would nod to Saskia with a smile, whispering a “congratulations!”.

    <Kova> she would pick up Saskia’s thank you and smile warmly to the fae and gave them a nod to return back to their place with the others. When all the howls and notes where sung, she would shift her paws just a little on the stone if only to address the wolves of the pack. “Before I continue, is there any who wish to request of me, anything, for this meeting?” she had glanced across the
    <Kova> gathered, hoping to to perhaps see Rune among the gathered at some point, before turning then to the rest momentarily. She knew where her hues desired to fall, but she kept them to each now to ensure she’d not miss any requests.

    Fern —  -ˋˏ ༻❁ How lovely! All of her friends were just getting it good this meeting weren’t they. Panther and Saskia’s love reminded her of a story, but she’ll have to save it for lore night… For now she would give a double stamp of her paws and a gentle yip for the mated pair! This was no doubt a meeting to remember. ❁༺ˎˊ-

    ⚜Saskia⚜ —  Saskia would stop before reaching her spot and then back to face the stone for the third time. Was this going to be a habit? She’d hum and lift her head to meet Kova’s gaze. “I have a request.” It was something her and Kova had spoken about in the past, and now that her romantic bond had formed, she wanted to complete another bonding.

    Elvira —  Elvira followed Althea, temporarily stopping every little while to hear the sounds and scents getting closer, closer, closer. Once they got closer to the others, Elvira stopped them both to avoid barging in unannounced. Maybe, just maybe, one of the wolves at the meeting would notice them. Whatever did happen, Elvira tried to keep the pair of faes as calm and respectful as possible. In a low whisper, Elvira nudged Althea. “Stay quiet, we aren’t getting yelled at again. We don’t even know if we can be here.”

    Ophaelos — .ೃ࿐ With a stamp of his paw and offering his own song, he’d extend his own gratitude to the pair. Ophaelos wasn’t a huge romantic anymore due to his own trials and tribulations that he’s been experiencing. By no means was he a cynic on their behalf, though, and would be delighted for the mated pair—love was a beautiful thing with a painful bite, after all. Eagerly, he’d listened to Kova’s further words and would wonder if anyone had anything else to add to this meeting. When he heard Saskia begin to speak, he would listen intently to his mentors request. *ೃ༄

    Althea —  Althea nodded her head in understanding and she sniffed the air. “The alpha…. Kova? I smell her…” Althea grinned. She was excited, she loved a good party!

    Code —  Code’s stomach flipped with nerves as she knew what Saskia was going to request but the worry was mixed with excitement and anticipation. She stepped forward next to Saskia, her smile widening and tail softly wagging. She nosed the fae warmly and turned her gaze to Kova.

    Panther  – He would’ve offered his own voice, though once it died down, he found his place among the crowd again. He watched his mate as she made it known she had a request, his head tilted. What was this request? He wondered. He kept quiet, and watched.

    * Kova her eyes would fall then towards Saskia who would have meandered from the stone, only to turn around and request another. She smiled softly to the fae and would welcome her back forward. “Please share your request.” she’d invite her forward once more with a lightness to her expression and curious, to.

    Rowan – She stamped her paw into the ground, a smile on her maw. Saskia and Panther, they had been courted, and now they were mated. She hummed softly, she would have to congratulate them at the end of the meeting. Though, her attention directed upon the dark fae as she spoke up about a request.

    ⚜Saskia⚜ —  Saskia would hum. She wouldn’t burden the stone with a third approach of her own paws, but instead she’d stand at the base for now until Kova either denied or accepted her request. “Panther is not the only one I have bonded with since I’ve made WolfSpirits my home. Code has been by my side since the day of my arrival, and has taken a part in who I have become these days. We’ve become very close, and I have spoken to you as well as her about my request to become what WolfSpirits knows as a Spirit sister…” She’d pause and await Code’s expression before continuing. “We have both agreed it is what we want, for our paws to walk side by side as sisters not of blood, but of bond.” She’d conclude and pause, awaiting Kova’s response.

    * Kova as Saskia approached with her request, she’d give a knowing smile. She knew well the strength and bonds between another who might not be shared in blood, but spirit. It was a unique honor that the pack would provide to those of the pack. She turned then to Code and offered the fae to come forward as well. She would seek Code to come forward as well. “I hear your request, Saskia. As a  bonded wolf to another not of blood, but of Spirit, the sibling bond is a strong and true one. We are lucky to find a wolf whom we share our heart with, but not just as a singular bond, for we can share it with others to. I know well this bond.” her hues fell to Code then to Saskia. “If Code agree’s and you both feel strong for this to be made true, then, I would have the honor to name you both Spirit Siblings before the pack. To be recognized, named, and to share that continued bond with one another, throughout your journey within our home.” she would smile and gently stomp her paw to the stone.

    <Calder> When Saskia stepped forward with her request and it to be made with Code, he smiled. He would give a gentel stomp of his paw for the pair of fae’s. He was happy the two of them found a common ground and heart with one another during their time in the fold of WolfSpirits.

    * Leora she would watch all the gathered wolves, so many! She would be happy to see the others advance in their place in the pack, and as well hearts it would seem. Now spirit siblings? Oh, another thing she’d have to ask about! She swished her tail and not knowing the bounds of them fully yet, it was still a time to rejoice and feel the celebration and heart fulfillment to the pair. When they where named, she’d mimic Kova and stomp her paw.

    ⚜Saskia⚜ —  Code’s words would warm her heart and she would look to Kova with knowing hues and a firm nod of her head. Would she notice the two newer fae’s coming into the clearing, if so she would greet them after the meeting, but for now there was an important moment to attend to. “It is as said, and true to our hearts. A bond we wish to seal, as Spirit Sisters..” She would smile at Kova, knowing she knew well of what bonds formed between the two faes based off of her own bond with Fianna.

    * Kova she would look between Saskia and Code, and smile softly as she had given a firm and knowing nod. “It is an honor to name you spirit sisters, Code and Saskia. May your bonds continue to grow stronger.’ she would dip her head to the pair and happily wave her tail for the two.

    Fern —  -ˋˏ ༻❁ Hm? Spirit sister? What was that? After Kova’s little explanation she’d now understand. Fully agreeing that they were fit to be sisters by the bond they held. Fern still remembers to this day that Saskia had first mistaken her for the lighter fae, not to mention she talked about her all the time when she was missing. The golden fae would first give a knowing nod before her tail betrayed her seriousness with more waves of joy and a congratulatory yip! Yet again her friends were getting it SO good this meeting! Maybe one day Fern herself will find an unbreakable bond with someone, be it a mate or a spirit sister… ❁༺ˎˊ-

    ⚜Saskia⚜ — Saskia would wave her tail and dip her head to Kova before stamping a paw under her own frame for their bond. She looked back and moved between Code and her mate, nuzzling them both before seating herself and finally keeping quiet for the continuation of the meeting.

    Rook 📖 Rook would offer a firm stamp to the earth below for the bond Saskia and Code had formed. There weren’t many present that he had found to kindle such a bond with, maybe Phoenix, but that was a product of fate and his own choices. Perhaps, one day he’d find someone to warrant such a title be given to the bond made. For now, his eyes once more looked to Kova.

    * Kova when Saskia and Code would return to their favored places among the gathered, she would smile and swing her tail. The feeling jovial and light and it would radiate with the others. She once more scanned the gathered and allowed the floor to remain open for a request that might be needed and she just hadn’t the moment to share it before the meeting. “Does any others wish to come forward  with a request?” would she notice the two faes in the distance yet?

    <Calder> He’d remain seated and when the request floor was open, he would glance again to all the gathered wolves. He himself hadn’t found such a bond yet with another, but was hoping , with time, he might. For now he’d remain silent and listening. Wondering curiously where Fianna might be.

    Ophaelos —  .ೃ࿐ The sound of having a spirit sibling would cut close to the brute, who smiled and offered his stomp of approval. Losing Eýr was one of the most difficult losses Ophaelos had experienced. It rivaled losing his mate—that alone should convey the seriousness of such a subject. Similar to the others who seated themselves near the brute, Ophaelos would wonder if he, too, would share a similar bond with another wolf. His mind was mainly on the subject of a spirit sibling, not so much a mate… he was far too cynical at the moment to even begin to wonder if there was another in this pack who would work his way into his heart in such a way. It was far too early for him to begin to wonder about such things—both a mate and a spirit sibling—and would quickly shut down such ideas. Instead, he’d offer his kindness to the named-sisters in the form of a simper. *ೃ༄

     

    * Daithi had spent his early hours rummaging through some brush and munching on some local berries that he had remembered were edible. They tasted tart but quenched a thirst deep in his belly and helped to get rid of that growling sensation. Whilest on pause to lap at some icey water from a stream he was near, could be hear voices on the wind in the far distance? The howls of many… Curiosity could potentially get the best of him had it
    * Daithi not been for his timid nature, instead… he carefully stepped his way towards the voices… He carefully stepped through the dense wooded vale, his paws light on the cold solid ground. Passed the ancient sentinels that protected these woods, they whispered to him as a pup. He would never forget their words… but for now, he continued forward. Until the sun stretched for undergrowth and barren roots that occasionally peeked out
    * Daithi from the dense packed snow. He stayed in the tree line, a pale apparition against the trees, until he circled around to be able to see fur and tail of the wolves he heard earlier. Remaining there, he stayed put, quietly contemplating for awhile

    Rook 📖 The sound of celebration would die down once more, and he would listen and watch in the brief silence that accompanied the lull between Kova’s question and the here and now…the heart racing, heart pounding now. He would nose at his sister, if nothing more than for courage and approach the base of the stone to look up to Kova.

    “I only ask of you the world as I know and feel it. I ask to share a common tale with the time given us and to weave one for the telling when our time has passed. Forgive me my boldness, but I ask a life-long barter of a story for a story.”

    They had shared moments of honest vulnerability in private; the moments that temper the heart but that do nothing to harden it. Such fire and coal analogies so often break here in the details, but that was because it wasn’t a steel to be forged in these moments…it was an alloy. Such metallurgy took time, knowledge, and great care to form a stronger material than what was present separately. This…this was the right analogy and whether he was the chromium to her cobalt+nickel or it was the other’way’round…the end to strive for was the strongest material known.

    Panther  – He had formed the mate bond with Saskia, and Saskia had formed a sisterly bond with Code. He smiled, nuzzling his mate as she settled beside him again. He glanced around, sighing. This reminded him he wanted to speak with Sanek, but it didn’t seem as though the brute was around. Perhaps they could catch up later, he hoped so.

     

    <Kova> her hues would fall towards the stone hued frame of the Lore Master as he had approached in the boughts of silence from the others. There would be a softness to her expression, a knowing kindle that began to ignite within her own. She’d not appointed another higher ranked wolf yet to their fold, and so, such ceremonies would be given in what her words offered next. But first, she would slowly descend the rock so that she’d be even with Rook and stepped forward until she brushed her nose to his lightly. “Share with two souls, and we will share in freedoms tale.” she’d offer in light tones before her tail swung ever so. If a wolf could blush, surely her cheeks would be rosey like a fresh spring flower. She’d feel her own heart pulsate against her chest for the moments of  shared heart in the ancient wood, would be revealed to the others in the open upon his request. She’d give another moment more before she would swing her tail and address the others. “Rook, I accept your heart and give mine in full and in kind. To explore the paths together and grow stronger in those intricate, but beautiful threads of bondship. I accept your heart as I hope you to mine, and I would be honored to be your court and to join on a journey that of moon and earth can share.” her tail would betray her inner thoughts for it’d be hard to stop it’s sway as she pressed her crown into his, so her chest may press against his own. If only to share their beating hearts, to slow and pace as one.

    Rowan – She tilted her head, spirit sisters, huh? Her ears perked, she hummed softly. She glanced between Saskia and Code, would she find a Spirit Sibling while she roamed this pack’s lands? Would she bond with anyone as these wolves have? As she was deep in thought, watching the happenings of the meeting, she likely wouldn’t notice the two visitors watching them.

    ⚜Saskia⚜ —  Now, saying Saskia was shook was an understatement. Kova… courting Rook? She should’ve seen it coming! Saskia would turn and perk her ears, tail still behind her as she listened to the love language the two rarely, practically never shared. Would Rook show emotion in this moment? She’d look to her mate with a subtle glint of suspense in her eyes, watching the Alpha and the Lore Master. When Code snuggled close, she’d wrap her tail around the fae’s hindquarters but couldn’t keep her gaze off the two at hand.

    Rook
    📖 Rook would watch Kova and read the words written gently, boldly, with elegant grace and that were hewn upon her frame. His heart continued to race, and he did what he could to steady it in the interceding moments before her voice offered her reprieve from the unbound seas he found himself awash in. A beacon…a lodestar to which to swim toward and swim he would…When she accepted his offer and offered her own heart in kind, he momentarily bowed his head. The weight was born aloft his neck, but it was no albatross; this weight was the torc within which a great deal of magic was kindled. This weight was the stone that completed the stone.

    Rook would not contain the happiness and levity Kova’s words and acceptance offered, and he’d not let her wait a moment longer to accept her own “Your heart is safe with me, mo réalta thuaidh. Your tale is told with every swift beat of my heart.”

    Fern —  -ˋˏ ༻❁ Ha! Fern knew it! She knew those suspicious looks they were giving each other as they went alone into the Ancient Forest that one day weren’t for nothing. But if we’re honest here the idea of Kova courting Rook was quite the surprise to all. Her ears too would be perked with interest as she watched what went down. What a special day it was, a day of love as it seemed it would flow in and out of almost everyone who went up to the Alpha Stone. ❁༺ˎ

    Panther  – Panther tilted his head, curious. Another courted pair? Kova and Rook, he had missed their longing gazes that no doubt wandered to each other from time to time, so he was definitely surprised. His eyes were curious, would Rook become Alpha alongside Kova? Or remain Lore Master? He seemed to lean towards the stone, interested. He caught himself and instead leaned into his mate.

    * Kova there would be no betraying how she felt, for she felt this way for sometime. The stone hued male of the Mean Oiche had stolen her heart perhaps sometime ago, but after a pause and breath of recent events, and time shared and spent closer together, she knew where her heart truly and wanted to belong. She would gruuu softly against his crown and nuzzled into his chest. His words binding to
    <Kova> her heart like a special golden thread, now firmly tethered to her. To his promise, she’d offer her own. “And yours is safe with me. A tale tethered to one another for as long as the threads will last..” She would gently place her paw atop his own briefly, knowing he knew of it’s meaning before she would feel her heart race until she’d let loose a gentle, low song for their
    <Kova> courtship!

    * Leora she would give a swing of her tail to both Saskia and Code. How exciting, she thought! It was there she would be left to her own when her brother took a few paces forward. She blinked and tilted her head and when the pair seemed to share a lovers story, she blinked even more. Her eyes where like “@o@”. So many questions now fell into the forefront and now they where burning to be asked! But this was a special moment, so, she kept to herself. Did she notice Althea and Elvira yet? Her eyes where glued and when Kova howeled for the courtship to her brother, she felt her own howl added in kind! So.many.questions.

    ⚜Saskia⚜ —  A song that was worth sharing, indeed! Saskia would look back to her mate with an awwe look in her hues. She stamped her right paw firmly, happy for the two as they began their long yearned-for journey of love. She too wondered if Rook would become Alpha alongside Kova, but deep down she felt he would not uphold such titles and none would live up to his own of Lore Master. She’d wait for Rook to sing his song before she offered her own into the sky. A night of love, kinship, and bonding as they lived yet another year in the intricate threads of time; 22 years to be exact!

    Rook  📖 One more quiet moment out at sea and he was on the shore of a new and wonderous venture. The air within him swelled bringing the cold winter’s air within what felt like a smelter. He breathed a long and low breath before then lifting his own note skyward. Song and story were sang and written but not yet fully. This was a barter he would honor until the last of his breaths fell and until the silent name given him left this world for the memory of another’s story told.

    Quietly now, he would press the crown of his head to Kova’s shoulder and move to sit beside his sister, Leora. He had much to answer, he knew.

    Ophaelos —  .ೃ࿐ A courtship was a lovely thing—he remembers the two separate times he was courted. Although, he’s never mentioned the first to anyone. Ahh… he could feel the puppy love from here. He’d stomp his paw, offering his song to the sky to celebrate their union. It seems the season brought on many feelings for everyone! He hadn’t been here long enough to notice Kova and Rook’s affection toward each other, but it was clear they felt heavily for one another. The air between them was palpable, even from where the brute sat. *ೃ༄

    Panther  – An ‘awwwe’ look was shared with his mate. Now that he thought about it, he and Saskia courted before the alpha, was that weird? He shook his head, glancing back to the courted pair. He stamped his paw and he would offer his own voice once the Alphess and Lore Master did.

    <Kova> there would be another soft but hard felt nuzzle to his shoulder and frame swiftly before she would step from her court (insert hehe here), and up the slope of the rock she’d go. When she reached it’s edge, she would stand there again and offer a warm but soft expression to the wolves present. Her tail would sway behind her with a little more air before she’d offer. She’d let loose a gentle breath and seeing Rowan among the others, she would offer to the fae to come forward.

    Rowan  – She watched the happenings of the clearing, unaware of the two newcomers. Her tail swayed, she offered a stomped paw in regards to the new courted pair. She rose to her paws noticing Kova beckoned her forth, she offered a subtle smile and padded forwards.

    <Kova> when the fae would come forward, she smiled. “Rowan, you have been a pledge for sometime now, and I wanted to ask you now, if you are ready to proceed to the next step of Assessmentship and your journey with WolfSpirits to become a member?” eyes would be light and curious to the fae’s response.

    *Rowan She glanced first towards Ophaelos, they had pledged together, she hummed softly then looked towards the Alphess. “My paws have wandered, but I believe this is my second chance at a permanent home. If you will allow it of me, I would like to proceed and take the next step.” She offered in light tones, giving a firm nod to Kova’s words. If the alphess were to accept, who would her mentor be?

    <Kova> “As an assessment of WolfSpirits, you will learn more intricately the ways of the pack and fold you are about to join. I will name your mentor now, as Shakira.” she would look across the gathered wolves to the Lead Huntress. She’d invite the fae to come forward if she wished. “Shakira will help lend and give her knowledge to you so that you may grow stronger in knowing the pack ways and rules, and as well, your own path to joining us. Do you accept your next step and journey?”

    Ophaelos —  .ೃ࿐ A smile would find him as Rowan was called to pledge. Indeed, he would catch her glance and would offer a respectful bow of his head. This was exciting—for both of them, he’d like to think. He was worried for a moment that, due to her lack of appearance lately, she wouldn’t have the privilege to ascend with him. Alas, by Kova’s gracious philosophy, she would be joining not only him and Code but Fern and Cajun as well! *ೃ༄

    Rowan – Her hues had caught Ophaelos’ respectful dip of his head, her tail swayed behind her as she eagerly waited for Kova’s words. When they came, she looked up at her quickly, listening. Shakira, the Lead Huntress was named her mentor, and she would be sure to seek her out after the meeting or tomorrow morning. “I accept. I shall learn all that there is while I can.” She offered, eager to take these next steps and learn more about this pack she will be journeying into.
    * Kova when Rowan would accept the next stage to joining the pack and her mentor was named, she would smile. Her tail slowly brushed across the surface a few more times before she would rise her paw up “As all have lay witness to Rowan’s pledge, and now pledge to her mentor and the pack, I would like the honor now of naming you Rowan, WolfSpirits Assessment.” she let loose a low breath before stomping the stone for Rowan!
    Rook 📖 Another named assessment would be added to the growing list of wolves to learn the ways of the Wolfspirit. Here, he thought, was a valuable lesson to those already established. This pack thrived on the addition from a world beyond the proverbial bubble, much like the ‘tellers had. Although the ways of the Wolfspirit were vital in continued success of the pack, stories should be told and heard. He would once more look between the newly named assessments and to the one under his charge and stamp his paw firmly in congratulations to Rowan. Perhaps he would see Althea and Elvira near enough now and would offer them a much more welcoming chuff than the greeting they had near the Ancient Forest. Would they heed the welcome?
    <Leora> she would nuzzle her brother softly when he rejoined her but she would now look to Kova and Rowan. She hadn’t met the fae to much and would have to change that! She watched curiously and when the fae was named Assessment, she would gently stomp her paw for the fae to! Another Assessment, woo! She could feel the elated expression and feelings across the others.
    * Shakira would have seemed to slip into the fold unseen aside from Rook whom she had entered into the Clearing shortly behind, offering her own sentimental howls and praises as the time and advancements allowed. Though now it would seem she was called upon to be a mentor, a teacher for one to join the fold and call the pack home. Stepping forward she would come up to nose gently and briefly along Rowan’s ruff if only to let her know of her support. “I accept the role of mentor for Rowan, she has already proven her worth and dedication to the pack and I will be honored to teach her further of our ways.” She said before the Alpha would name the newest Assessment, her own growl raising for the she-wolf before she would step back to the back of the crowd.
    ⚜Saskia⚜ — Today at 4:22 PM
    Saskia would watch as Rowan went forth, and she’d smile for the fae. Rowan wasn’t around a lot, but recently she’d stayed nearer to the clearing. She knew the fae had a place here, even if she’d not yet found what it was. When the brown fae was named an Assessment, she would lightly stamp her left paw.
    Fern — Today at 4:24 PM
    -ˋˏ ༻❁ Wow! What a day! So many of the wolves she knows are climbing in the ranks. Fern would no doubt give a stop of her paw for Rowen the new assignment alongside her, Ophaelos, Code, and Cajun! Or at least that’s all who she knew. They all should have little assessment meetings and share what they have learned with the rest, how great would that be. ❁༺ˎˊ-
    * Kova she would smile and dip her head and her paw again to the wolves who where present as Shakira stepped forward to accept her new mentoree. She would smile to the fae and nod firmly. She knew that she would be a good mentor to the fae. She would then look to the others gathered, and her hues fell to her court and she smiled. Allowing him to unveil his trinkets and tokens.
    Rowan  – Her gaze settled on the Alphess for a moment, listening to her words. She dipped her head, and stamped her paw for not only herself but the other assessments that had been named today. She smiled as her mentor emerged from the crowd, and nosed her ruff. She nosed Shakira’s shoulder, eager to learn from the Huntress. Her tail swayed and she dipped her head to Kova once more as a thank you, then she slipped into the crowd near Saskia and Ophaelos once more.
    * Kova as her greeting of the pair was given, and the announcements made, she would gently dip her head and offer a warm smile “Thank you all who attended this evening’s meeting. Other events will continue throughout the day, but I welcome you all to enjoy the rest of the afternoon and thank you again for those who celebrate and share in our lore, story, friendship, kinship, and pack with us for another year longer. Truly honored and humbled by each of you.”

    New Bot Announcement

    Rook
    📖 When the rest of the proceedings were at a place for the teller of tale to tell tale of tinkering, he’d spin the yarn.

    “Ar aird…Ar Aird! Winter’s worst has waned and the hunter’s time of ease has gone. Ahead lie the months of toil…toil for new mouths and new kin. Toil for prey who no longer slog through the snows we grace our wide paws upon. Today marks the end of Winter’s worst and the beginning of Spring of bounty and hardship. ”

    He would stamp his paws heartily upon the earth beneath him and call out again

    “AR AIRD! AR AIRD!!! The bonds of Fenrir are broken and the beast runs free at the behest of the Lord of the Wild, Cernunnos! The hunt, the wild, and the wild places of the lands grow ever so more wild under his direction, and we…we must grow all the wilder.”

    OOC—- A new discord-side hunting bot is ready, and it entails a host of changes and simplifications. An easy word document will be posted summarizing the commands to use, and a quick/easy demonstration will be given shortly.

    The quick and dirty changes: Your health does not reset after every hunt. You must rest and eat meals to steadily replenish your health, of you should seek out the Caretaker for harsher wounds, because she alone can deem you worthy of hunting again. Every meal provided by the prey is calculated by the average maximum meal a wolf can eat, so you are limited to 1 meal every other day. Fishing and predator tracking are not yet available, but are coming soon.

    Questions?

    Pack Meeting #211

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    Meeting Notes

    February 9th, 2023

    • Cajun named Assessment
      • Mentor is CwnAnnwn
    • Rook named Lore Master
    21
    Number Of Wolves Present

     Attendance:

      @ApacheWolf
      @Kova
      @Rook
      @Shakira
      @Sanek
      @Panther
      @Rune
      @Fianna
      %Sasika
      %CwnAnnwn
      %Calder
      +Fern +Code +Cajun +Ophaelos
      Leora Foxfur Grimwolf

      Pack Meeting Begins

       

      * Kova perhaps they’d be equally as lost in a pool of reflection. Without his gentle nuzzle, she’d remain there for a little while longer. She dipped her head and nosed him lightly in kind before turning and making her way up towards the Alpha’s stone. Once she was at it’s edge, she would lift her muzzle up and howl. Perhaps shortly after FoxFur’s to indicate a gathering. A direction for the fae to traverse.
      * Fianna would see Panther just to the north as she and Calder entered the area, and she had been about to quickly turn his way, wanting an update on how he was and of the fox, but Kova’s howl would rise just then and she would arrest the motion to remain near Calder for the meeting. The reporting could wait. For now, she was interested to hear what might be a paw.and would pad into the middle of the clearing, taking close note on all who appeared before settling nearby. Had she noticed Rook entering with Kova? Perhaps.. And a sly and keen look would be sent them both as she settled.
      <Fern> -ˋˏ ༻❁ There, yes, she had spotted her friend Saskia after a bit of gazing, not to mention other approaching wolves. But who was she with? From afar a black smudge might have been Panther- No… It was Grimolf. Her pelt prickled with tension, not to mention the stress of the amount of wolves that attended the meeting, but added onto the wolf she disliked probably most… This is going to be a challenge indeed. She was weary at first,not moving a paw forward, but at Kova’s howl she knew to heed it’s call, and that she did. Gingerly picking up the pace to the Alpha Stone.
      * Leora she -was- headed to the hunting grounds to get something nice ‘n tasty! But there was a howl. She recognized it’s tone and meaning, so swiftly and without hesitation she would run towards the direction of the clearing. She had already had a good lead by now, and moments more the young and light fae would erupt out of the shadows! She was here! She made it! Quickly she would glance around to
      <Leora> see who was there.
      <Cajun> padded into the clearing and as the brute neared the stone he bowed and dipped his head to Kova and then to the others he saw seated nearby the big male paded over toa spot where he usualy sat at during gatherings and sat down on his haunces letting his tail lay on the ground ina half but relaxed curl behind himself Cajun then looked around seeing who all was there and nearby giving a twitch of his ears a couple times
      * Rook Story 📖 Depending on where Fianna and Calder stopped, he just might catch the goober-ridden glance of his sister. He’d not be embarrassed of his heart’s path, but he would give Fianna a roll of the eyes before he came to rest on the east side of the Alpha’s rock just a few padfalls from Ophaelos. If the male was attentive enough, then he too would catch a dip of the nose in greeting before more and more wolves began their own approach in answer to Kova’s call. A quick chuff would given to Cajun. Had he taken note of his youngest sister, Leora? A quick scan of the rest of the clearing might find her or she might just find him.

      * CwnAnnwn Hearing the alpha fae’s howl for a gathering, he picks up his pace to an easy lope towards the clearing, weaving between the trees. It would not be long before the clearing became visible between the trees. His pace didn’t slow as he crossed the threshold of trees and clearing, angling towards the alpha rock as he scanned the gathering place to see whom was present.
      * Foxfur hesitates near the edge of the gathered wolves, her head near to spinning at the number and variety of pelts and scents. She scuffs the earth with one dainty paw, a bit uncertainly, then her owl-yellow eyes find Kova-Alpha and she relaxes, loping easily into the midst of New Pack Wolves to bow, one foreleg extended politely, before the Alpha Female. “Well-met tonight now-now, Alpha Kova,” she greets respectfully with a loose mid-level swing of her brush-tail.
      * Kova as the clearing began to usher in sounds of conversation and many scents, she felt her heart full with the amount of wolves to heed the call. There would be a gentle expression and one of thoughtfulness to it’s growth. She allowed what time was needed for each wolf to hear and heed the call as they desired. She would turn to Foxfur who approached and she offered to the fae a chuff in
      <Kova> greeting in kind. “Well met.” she’d respond. Moments more would pass, and she would cast her eyes to several among the fold. “Thank you to all who have heeded tonights call. We will have a swift meeting, and to follow a Lore Night.” she swung her tail behind her lightly before it fell against her haunches. “First off, I would like to call Cajun forward.”
      Fianna would look about for someone to.settle by tonight that she did not normally do, her eyes scanning the wolves and perhaps spotting Fern? The assessment seemed worried about something, off kilter perhaps, and she had always hung about the outskirts of the pack. Fianna would chuff softly to her and her beckon with her head for the fae to.settle.nearby if she’d like? She’d also spot Saskia with Grimolf, and her attention
      <`Raven> would pin the two for a moment before she settled more, a light gaze lingering on fern as the meeting began.
      <`Raven> <Grimolf> “ What a lot of nonsense. . . “ He whispered in an irritated tone ; his worse nightmare coming to life in the form of a massive get to together ! They really did these annually, how ?!? A unfamiliar howl briefly stopped Grimolf’s inner complaining turning towards the direction of it. Who was that ? — On second thought, he didn’t really care. ( Here we go, Grimolf. ) He continued to talk to himself feeling the weight of dozen
      <`Raven> scents harassing his nostrils. This was clearly a test sent by a higher power to see how long Grimolf could last before he went stir crazy. He sent Ophaelos, a nasty look before finding somewhere comfortable to lay his unwilling body down. Something told him someone was watching him in the corner of his orb — shifting his gaze to the side, he spotted Fern staring at him with a nervous. ( What are you looking at ? ) He thought out loud not
      <`Raven> taking his orbs off Fern’s gaze seeing how long until she broke eye contact.
      <`Raven> <Fianna> c/Fianna Pink +Fianna would chuff softly to Foxfurs as well, knowing the fae wasn’t used to how meetings progressed and she would beckon her over to.sit beside them too?
      <Cajun> perked his ears hearing the alpha words to him and he got up and made his way over to the front of the alpha stone the coal brute bowed his head to Kova then sat down facing her looking up*
      * Leora like a bat in the night, she would fly into the clearing just in time! Oh man, she saw so many wolves! some new! Others friends like Panther! She hadn’t seen him in sometime and gave a hushed little wuff in his direction before seeing her brother, sister and her sisters other half. She still wasn’t all knowledged about that twitterpattin stuff, so it bothered her not. Perhaps this year might
      <Leora> be slightly different for her? Who knew! She would aim to walk to her siblings first and settle beside them to have a comfy spot in which to listen to the meeting. She knew the rules!
      * Panther heard the call, heeding it as quickly as he could. Perhaps catching Fianna’s eye, he would dip his head. There were a couple new wolves around that he hadn’t met yet. As he looked around, he may spot Saskia, and if he did, he was sure to notice Grimolf. He hummed, acknowledging the brute padding alongside his court. His paws shifted as he offered a soft chuff to the Guardian in Training and the brute beside her. It would seem as though Ophaelos was with them as well, and the same would be offered to him. Panther caught Leora’s hushed wuff, and he would dip his head in her direction. He turned, tuning into Kova’s words as he sat before the alpha rock.
      * Foxfur would have eased forward at the chuffed acknowledgement of the Kind Alpha to nose gently at her ruff, then just as quickly, slips away to a respectable distance so she can scan the crowd of assembled wolves. So many! Foxfur notices Calder-friend among the many, and waves her tail friendly-like at the Big Dark-furred Male. But it is another wolf, a female with kind eyes (Fianna) who captures the little yearling’s attention. Drawn by her gaze on her, Foxfur trots gracefully over to sit back on her haunches next to her, chuffing a curious and interested hello as her ginger-backed ears rotate around, trying to capture every sound at once.
      * Kova regardless of the meandering glances and passing tones of body language, she would read them and respond later. For now, her hues turned then to Cajun whom she called forward. ” Cajun, you have been a constant presence here for sometime, and you pledged yourself to the pack. I would like to ask you now, is it still in your heart to join WolfSpirits as your home and as your family?”
      * Fern would surprisingly held his gaze for a moment longer than she expected to, before breaking contact to scan over the other wolves. There was clear tension between them both. And once close enough that only a few more steps would lead her to the side of Saskia, Fern would deliberately frown at the sight of the pitch black brute beside her. Eyes blinking once and then without words, she moved to take a seat on the outside of Ophaelos, farthest away from Grimolf. She would shuffle her paws nervously, not glancing even once over to either of them just yet. Fern didn’t know how to feel, she didn’t want to be anywhere near him right now but she would have to, she didn’t even want to speak words to him. She wasn’t wanting to be mean to Saskia… But why would she sit next to him?
      * Rune A nearby howl catches Rune’s attention, drawing her ears up. This howl did not sound distraught and so Rune would take her time descending from the boulder pile she was lounging on. She new the howl’s maker well, Alpha Kova, and heads towards the Clearing at a trot. The Caretaker often slipped into meetings late, materializing at the group’s edge to try and catch up on what had transpired.
      * Ragaire ✩☾ Wee! What’s this? A howl, what joy! Ragaire streaks towards the Clearing at a sprint, paws flying over the earth as she dashes between the Hunting Ground and the Clearing. She’d been wasting time in the strip of woods between the two vast plains, trying to catch critters here and there. A meeting, though, was much more fun.
      * Rook would watch Cajun be called to the front and would smile inwardly at the call to advance further in his journey to become pack. This would be interrupted by Fern who had unwittedly sat herself between he and Ophaelos…a little too close. The stone-hued male would clear his throat gently and whisper ”Uh, hello there, Fern. Mind settling just a pad fall or two to your left?”
      *Ophaelos The brute would ignore the dirty look and would instead focus on Kova, looking up at her diligently as she spoke to Cajun, a male he had met only briefly. He would look away once he felt the presence of Fern taking a seat near him, but not too-near to draw any eyes. He’d notice her glances at Grimolf and her unease, and would gently nose her shoulder in greeting to keep her from getting too worked up over the brute, offering a smile and a
      <`Raven> silent hello so as to not disturb the wolves currently talking, before returning his attention back up at the stone. *ೃ༄
      <Cajun> his attention fully focused on Kova as the Alpha spoke to him the coal male lisnted to her words and once she finished the big coal brute stood up on his fours Cajun gave a gentle respectable nod back to her then looked up meeting eyes with her once more “Yes indeed I would like that Very very much Kova I have greatly enjoyed my time here in all the clearings and I would like to make this my new home” he gave a wag of his tail then
      <`Raven> stileld it
      * Kova to Cajun’s words she offered a light expression. Her ears turned to the sounds of conversation among the others gathered, but her focus remained upon the brute before her. Paws would shift only a little as she smiled to his response. “As an assessment of the pack, you will be given a mentor. Your mentor will be the one to guide you through the creed and ways of the pack. To teach you the
      <Kova> rules as well as to ensure that your path is true not for just the pack, but to yourself. Are you willing to undertake the responsabilities asked of an Assessment?”
      * Fianna would understand if Foxfur didn’t recall her introduction a few days back. But the guardian had introduced herself! She would be sitting right beside Calder and as Foxfur moved closer Fianna’s tail would wag in a relaxed manner. It would seem Fern had no desire to sit beside her, however, for there had been no response to her chuff in the fae’s direction, and so Fianna would turn her attention forward to Kova, as Cajun was called forward her ears perking as she paid heed to what transpired.
      * Saskia Overwhelmed by the wolves gushing into the clearing, her eyes would dart left and right as she was seated next to Grimolf, but would eventually settle on a softer sight. Her court, Panther. She offered a happy wave of her tail as he moved to join her, in which she’d lick his cheek a few times before whispering; “Hello, my Heart..” She looked down at his swollen leg which looked better than before but was still swollen.
      Unfortunately, she would’ve caught the long stare off between Fern and Grimolf, diverting her attention from the black Hunter. She narrowed her eyes at the interaction. Luckily, Fern started in her direction. She’d wag her tail, waiting for the fae to get close so she could nuzzle her. To her dismay, Fern rerouted and chose a seat next to Ophaelos which left Saskia dumbfounded and quite frankly, in a tinge of hurt. She’d hum and turn back towards the front as Cajun got called to the front. The coal colored brute bringing a smile to Saskia’s expression. A yip here, and a yip there caused her to avert her eyes to a figure of orange settling into the crowd excitedly. She’d perk her ears and lift her paw as she looked over the groups head to get a good view of whom this was. A new fae! How exciting. It seemed she’d been met, but Saskia would have to meet her herself in the coming days. She reminded Saskia, once again, of Code. ༻
      * Calder as he settled beside Fianna he would allow the meeting to unfold. So many wolves and so many scents would wash over him. He swung his tail slowly before allowing it to settle beside Fianna’s. Would he notice their daughter bounding in? Surely so. A soft and welcoming expression was given to her as she appeared but his mind seemed occupied with the proceedings.
      <`Raven> <Cajun> listned carefuly as Kova spoke to him taking in each word to heart for it meant alot to him he was happy more then anyone could imagine right now finally having a home and a real family the coal male gave another bow and stood proper and regal on his fours as he Answered the alpha Kova “Yes I am ready and I promise to try and do my best to full all my duites and things that are asked of me and i shgall heed words of wisdom given to me
      <`Raven> bya mentor with that he smiled and gave a coulple slow wags of his tail
      <`Raven> <Fern> -ˋˏ ༻❁ Fern’s mind was completely and utterly elsewhere at the moment that she hadn’t even noticed that Rook was already seated aside Ophaelos. She’d pin her ears in a sort of apology and embarrassment. “Oh- Sorry, I… I’m sorry.” She would gently mumble, as Kova seemed to be talking. Quickly scooting to the side to make enough room for them all while. ❁༺ˎˊ-
      * Rune When Rune arrives in the Clearing she’d be shocked by the number of wolves present, and new wolves at that. She spots her mate not too far ahead of her and chuffs quietly to him, settling beside him with a nosing to his scruff. It was now that her eyes would scan the group. Saskia with an unknown black brute and her court, Panther. A tawny fae who Rune had scented breifly was sat timidly near Fianna. Ophaelos and Fern
      <`Raven> were present, she’d need to talk with the fae following the meeting. Cajun, a bubbly wolf was stood in front of Kova. The Caretaker dips her head politely to Rook, who seemed to be seated alone for now. ✲⊱
      <`Raven> <Althea> Althea stood in the clearing with Elvira a few feet in front of her. They had only been aquatinted with the WolfSpirit pack for a couple days and the two wolves were beginning to become acclimated to their surroundings, and even each other. Althea looked at Elvira who she was beginning to think of as a friend. ”Oh man, what do you think they are up to over at Alpha rock? Looks like we are missing something…”
      <Grimolf> ( That’s what I thought look away, Fern. ) Grimolf mentally challenged Fern feeling a sense of accomplishment winning that little stare off. Was the Fae scared of him or did she really not like him. Whatever the case, if she stared at him like that again, he’ll be sure to make it / known / Grimolf doesn’t like being stared at by anyone. He scoffed when the two most undesirable wolves sat next to one another — Fern and Ophaelos.
      <`Raven> A sorry sight for even sorer eyes. Give him strength ! ‘ . . . ‘
      * Kova there would be a knowing and light smile given to Cajun’s direction. “Then, I will name your mentor now.” it was there her silvery light amber hues would cast long across the horizon to each wolf present. To the members of the pack her eyes would befall. “CwnAnwnn, please come forward.” she would look to the silvery hued brute and smile. “Cajun, from this moment forward
      <Kova> CwnAnnwnn will be your mentor. From him you will learn the ways of the pack. From this moment forward, Cajun, you may introduce yourself as Assessment to WolfSpirits.” she would rise her paw and stomp it lightly.
      * Leora as she gingerly scooted herself around all the wolves she would’ve come up to her sister, Fianna and brother Rook to nuzzle each in a greeting. Ooooo wow, did she see Ragaire!? Ok, the cool yearlings had to sit together, right? Perhaps before either of her siblings could offer a greeting in kind she would shuffle lithe paws to the fae. Lucky be her that she happened to seat herself near
      <Leora> Fianna already. Maybe when Ragaire poked her mother, she would poke Ragiaire and giggle whisper like two kids at a slumber party. ‘hehe.. hey!’
      Fianna would be glad to see Cajun moving up in the ranks, taking the next steps. He was a brute on her list to get to know better, and hopefully soon she’d have a chance. Her musings were cut short by both Foxfur’s nose brushing, and soon after her nearly 2 year old daughter – aka ball of energetic fur – nosing her other side, weedling her way between Calder and Fianna’s sides. She first brushed Ragaire’s crown with her
      <`Raven> muzzle and licked a few times to get her to settle, then looked with a gentle wave of her tail to. Foxfur, an apologetic glance in her eyes for her daughter, though – close in age, perhaps the fae’s could become fast friends? Now wouldn’t be a time for speaking however and she’d model this by turning her muzzle to attention toward the alpha stone.
      <`Raven> <CwnAnnwn> c/Cwn Silver male perked as his mate chuffed to him, returning the chuff quietly. He nuzzled the fae tenderly and whispered, “Hello my heart”. His attention was drawn as his name was called by the alpha fae, pushing to all fours, he would begin to pad towards the alpha rock. Upon reaching the rock, he would bow his head to the fae before looking to Cajun and bowing his head to the male before stamping his paw in congratulations.
      <`Raven> <Fianna> c/Fianna Pink +she was being mobbed! Her youngest sister was there too, and suddenly Fianna found her attention split between trying to keep the youngsters silent during a meeting.
      <Cajun> cajun perked his ers as the the coal male listned to Kovas words to him he only shifted his gave when he saw the other male approaching and as he did and hearing this would be his new mentor cajun stood up on his fours once more and bowed and dnpped his head back to them “greetings Cwn I will look forwad to your wisdom and teachings” the coal brute waged then diped his head back to the Alpha smiling to her soflty before bringing his
      <`Raven> frame about and giving a wruff chuff back to the others “I Thank you all for this and it is Great to be a part of a really wonderful family and home I am Cajun Son of Kane and Arcadia new accesment of the Wolfspirits “
      * Rook Cajun’s advancement and his acceptance of the next steps were met with a firm paw stamp from his left and less dominate paw. It was worth the momentary sting of pain to place some weight upon the right shoulder. Had he spotted the rambunctious 2-year olds he would have certainly chuckled under his breath and thanked the fates that they chose to bother Fianna rather than him.

      *Ragaire

      ✩☾ Gasp! Jump-scare! The yearling was not particularly attentive. But, it was Leora! Oh, Leora, her awesome auntie! The pup wiggles like a flopping fish and she licks at Leora’s face. Her rump, however, stays glued to the ground, she was trying to at least pretend to be civilized and she definitely didn’t want to give up her seat nect to momma. It was now that she looks around at the other wolves. Hmm… lotsa new faces. The young fae looks around the clearing, her eyes snagging on particular wolf. Huh. Rugged-looking and peppered with scars. Her ears rotate outwards, he looked like trouble but also like adventure. She was curious now. ☽✩
      *Foxfur tilts her head curiously as a young – maybe same-same age as her? – she-wolf scampers over and seems to take a bit of offense at Foxfur being so near Fianna. Ears flick backward as Foxfur processes this…then almost immediately becomes distracted by all the scents and sounds and happenings going on all around her. She pants happily, content to be here in the now-now and feeling warmly welcomed.
      * Fern gave a congratulatory stop as well as the others. Another assessment, how fun! She knew Cajun had been here longer than her so maybe she would have to talk to him more often, no matter how intimidating he looked. The tension prevailed between Grimolf and herself, finally she gave just a little look, to see what he was doing, how he was acting.
      * Rune did not know Cajun well, but the dark-coated brute seemed to be well acquainted with many of the pack members. When Kova says her mate’s name she noses the silver brute before he steps forward. Wagging her tail and stomping her paw when he is named mentor to Cajun. Her copper and amber eyes light up, proud of CwnAnnwn.
      * Elvira After taking a long nap in the ancient forest, Elvira was almost taken aback from hearing a distant howl. “What the…” she mumbled, almost still in a dream-like trance. She looks over to Althea, who comes bounding into her sleepy eyesight. “Althea, did you hear that? Was it a howl? Which way was it?” she lifts her head up and tries to find some sort of sign of where the howl came from. Almost like a tidal wave, an assortment of scents come to her. “Why are there so many scents in the air? Is this like, some sort of meeting? Where is it?”
      * Kova when Cwn approached and accepted his new charge, she smiled to the two. She would allow them to return back to their designated spots of comfort among the rest. As the others would offer their congratulations she would smile and perhaps just when Rook felt he was clear from bother, she would offer a low chuff for him. “Rook, please come forward” to the later of her words, she would
      <Kova> offer him a chance and repreive at resting his injured visage. She noted Rune among the gathered but her hues turned still to Rook. Perhaps a softness would wash over her expression as she’d await for him to arrive.

      *Grimolf watched the ceremony / still / not understanding what all the fuss was about ? This black brute was getting some sort of blessing ? “ Saskia. “ He turned to fully face her ; giving her a stern look. “ What on earth is going on ? “ He asked totally confused, he thought this was a lore night not some giant celebration. Then again, if Grimolf was actually paying attention and not causing mischief with his orbs, he’d have some clue of what was transpiring. ‘ Gods… ‘ Grimolf grimaced at the sight of the 2 years old jumping and playing around Fianna. What was he even looking at ? He was getting second hand embarrassment just being near them.
      *CwnAnnwn He bowed his head once more to Kova as she named him mentor to Cajun before he turned to the male and smiled, “I look forward to imparting what wisdom and knowledge I can.” With that, he would nod to the male before making his way back towards his mate, settling beside her with a tender nuzzle and tail wag.
      *Panther Saskia had settled beside a newcomer, a newcomer that didn’t seem to like Ophaelos or Fern. He glanced back towards Saskia, dipping his head to Grimolf before. “Hello, my dear.” He offered in a hushed tone. He nuzzled into her, imparting his scent on her once more. His gaze averted towards Kova and Cajun when the brute had been called up, listening for a response and watching the brute, he smiled. He glanced to CwnAnnwn, a grin on his maw, he dipped his head as the brute padded forth and was named Cajun’s mentor. Panther offered a firm stamp of his paw for the advancement. He looked to Grimolf as he spoke, he would be sure to greet the brute officially after the meeting, for now he would let Saskia handle it as he wasn’t about to disrupt a meeting for this foul brute.
      * Cajun after giving one more dip of his head and muzzle to everyone and back to kova he waged once then returned to where hed been seated before and the big brute reswung himself about and settled once more taking a look aorund him on left and right as well as behind before facing forward again shifting his front paws some
      * Rook No sooner had he stamped his paw than he then listened to his name being called by Kova. He thought much more quickly than his paws carried him on what would spark her to call his name. Even and deliberate pad falls would hopefully mask enough of the stubborn pain on his right shoulder. “Yes, Alpha?” he asked when he was respectfully close at the foot of the stone. He remained standing for a moment…
      * Althea perked her ears up, moving her head around to take in the scents that Elvira mentioned. The howl pierced through the dream that she was having, but the dream was more of a nightmare and it was a blessing in disguise. “It is most definitely that pack…” Althea got up and shook the leaves from her back. “Vira, I’m nervous. The leader did not in that direction last time we spoke to her.” Althea began to pad towards a flat looking area that was peaking through the trees. “Maybe we could sneak a peak”
      * Fianna gladly stamped her own paw for Cajun now being an assessment. Then, as if she could feel the momentary brush of his eyes Fianna turned her own head to pin Grimolf with a long look. He still looked as grumpy as ever, and if she noticed the say he looked at Fern her fur would bristle enough that Grim would see it in her eyes. Before the look would become too hot however. She would release him from.her attention as her brother was called forward. Ears perked quickly. What ho?
      * <Leora> she would giggle a gain before she’d straighten up and nudge Ragaire gently. Oh she had some fun stories to share for sure, but what drew her attention now was her brother. She perked her ears forward quickly and wondered what it was for.
      * Saskia would stomp her paw lightly into the ground as Cajun was named an assessment. She thought back to their first encounters as well as their time at the Hidden Falls together. They’d grown close, even if he was absent sometimes. Grimolf’s question likely would’ve been corrected by another wolf, but Saskia was too well-tempered to be upset. She’d smile his way and lean over, despite his stern look. “It’s a meeting, where Kova brings up-rankings, ceremonies, and much more to the pack.” She’d whisper, quietly. She’d then listen as Rook got called forwards, and Saskia would curious as to what for? She’d perk her ears and quietly observe. In her silence, the faint scent of the two new females Kova told her about came into her snout. She looked around for its origins, but sadly couldn’t see them yet.
      <Kova> when Rook settled just at the base, there would be a softness but welcome to her expression. A moment more and she’d address the rest of the pack with her gaze then returned it to Rook. “It is known in the long lineages of this pack, that there has always been one to keep the lore and memories of not just themselves, but for the pack. To orchestrate the sharing of story, and to be it’s dedicated keeper. This role was given to only a particular few, as the history was told to me.” she’d allow her words to weave among the rest and to him. “It was the role of Lore Keeper. A position of the pack I think is best suited to your character and knowledge. You are a true master of your trade and to that note, I would like to ask if you would honor the pack by accepting the role and rank of Lore Master of WolfSpirits.”
      * Elvira let out a long sigh and the two headed toward the clearing. “Don’t be nervous until we have to be… Actually, maybe we should be nervous… but maybe that nice wolf will be there! Fern right?” Elvira looked toward the trees, then tried to keep the mood up for Althea. Elvira took off running toward the Clearing. Running cleared her head of the nerves, and Althea took off running after her. “Last one there is a rotten egg!”

      * Ragaire could hear thoughts, she’d scoff. She was not happy about Foxfur clinigng to her momma, but what could you do. She glances at her momma, whose prickly fur was tickling her own coat. Yikes, what was under her skin? Oh. She follows the momma’s gaze to the black wolf, the same one she’d been staring at not too long ago. Ragaire was not subtle, so, she was staring. Her amber eyes were boring holes into Grimolf. They weren’t mean eyes or hostile eyes, but man, they were intense. The yearling was not subtle, she was clueless. What was his dealio? What on earth would have her momma bristled like that. Saskia seemed just fine and she was right next. Maybe he smelled funny? Was that it? Momma’s sharp guardian nose thought he was stinky? Hmm… Saskia was gonna have to get a much better sniffer if she was gonna be a guardian then, huh? ☽✩
      * Rune A new rank, one that Rune had not heard of in her time with the WolfSpirits. Who better than Rook, the brute who bartered in stories. The pack had more history than Rune could know, but hoped it would be well preserved.

      <Calder> as everything seemed to be happening as it would, he would divert his attention from the meeting to his daughter to whom he nosed fondly along her crown to. Before his eyes fell then to Rook as he was seated at the base of the stone. He couldn’t think of any other wolf suited for the role, and smiled in the wake of the advancements for Cajun to.
      * Leora her eyes where transfixed on the conversation. Oh this was interesting. Perhaps she didn’t see poor Ragaire making bad juju eyes at Grim? She hadn’t met him, either. Was there some tea to spill here? The fae seemed occupied at the proceedings to notice… yet.

      *Grimwolf “You call this a meeting ? “ He replied not wasting his time with whispering. Grimolf had the nerve to slowly shake his head at Fianna making his disapproval known to the Fae. He was truly regretting every. single. second. of this meeting/ceremony/lore night. He once again caught, a glimpse of Fern’s persistent gaze turning the full might of his distaste upon her with another angry stare ! In the corner of his orbs, he caught another glimpse of Ragaire also staring at him. That angry stare diverted from Fern upwards the younger wolf hoping it would scare her away. ( Stop staring at me, pup. )
      *Cajun twitched his ears as he listned to some of the conversations that huddled in both the back and the forground they were interesting and the coal brute thought on them and sought deeper into some of thier meanings
      * Rook It had been a long time since his return to the fold and a longer time still that he truly felt as though roots were cutting through the stone path he frequently found himself wandering upon. At the question, he would look first to Kova and then to his two sisters, Fianna and Leora. “Their story…”he said, turning back to address Kova. “Their story is mine…I am but a student of knowledge ‘yond the fore’, and of our memory on this and nearby shore. I am but a seeker of knowledge that is cade or of wild secrets in which the truth is braid. A servant to a hymn now whispered separately, in its solemn sounding “I” am shown to be “we.” Story for a story and a truth for a truth…memory is unending, ‘long as I’m long of tooth. I am but a student of knowledge ‘yond the fore’, keeper of forgotten and keeper of the lore…” he said in his narrative tones before dipping his nose and answering “I accept this task and privilege.”
      * Fianna Ooo, Fianna was caught as well by the Alphess’ mention of bringing the Lore Keeper rank back. She had heard of it, but only in passing. It was a mantle that would well suit her brother, and she felt pride for him welling within her, her tail beginning to sway at his words. When a pair of new faes zoomed into the clearing, one of.them yelling like a feind, Fianna would be on her feet in a blink, turning to stare at them, her nose twitching as she matched these scents to.those that she had followed earlier. She would quietly leave her spot, taking her rank.seriously enough to head off the two faes quietly before before they interruptes the meeting further. She would.chuff to them both, her stance clearly indicating they should both make their way toward her, before reachimf the other’s.
      * Cajun gave a stamp of his paw as rook was named the story and lore keeper the coal brute smiled admiraly and diped his head and muzzle to them respectfully as they took on the role which was quite one to be had
      * CwnAnnwn Settled beside his mate, he listened as Rook had been called up and Kova offered him the choice to accept the role of Lore Master of WolfSpirits, a role he had never heard of in the past, though he did not know if it existed when his father joined the pack.
      * Fianna would not have missed Grimolf’s look, nor the look he sent her own daughter, and her ire would rise.. Like an ember furled to.life. He had not learned his lesson as he ought to.have. Meetings were not a place to.meet out justice however, unless danger was offered. And so Fianna would tuck away her knowledge of this breach, until it could be tended to with the flame it deserved.

      <Kova> there would be an expression of admiration and humble attributes that fell across her features. A respect and understanding to the intricate narration of his words. How soft, eloquant and perfect, she thought. No better role suited. There would be a light swing of her tail before it stilled behind her and a humble nod given in kind. “Then I would like to have the honor and privillage, to
      <Kova> name you, Rook, Lore Master of WolfSpirits. Keeper of memory, and sharing of tale.” she would rise her paw up and gently placed it to the stone, before her head drew back and she’d offer a howl in honor of the rank given to the son of the Mean Oiche.
      *Ragaire Oh ho ho! That stinker couldn’t scare her, she had her momma! Ragiare had been born and raised in the safety and comfort of the WolfSpirits territory. There was not a scratch on her, never a limp in her step despite her recklessness. Thus, this beat-up brute intruiged her. She did not pick up on the brute’s wish to not be perceived and, so, she would continue to inspect him from across the meeting. He didn’t seem too much older than her. Goodness, what kinda trouble had he gotten himself into? Well, luckily for him, he had found the bestest place ever! Ooop… well this wasn’t good. When her momma rises to her paws and slips away fom the meeting, Ragaire looks after her with her ears splayed out to the side. Where was she going. Ragaire casts a glance out of the side of her eye at Grimolf. Uh oh. She liked that stinker a lot less with her momma walking away.
      * Elvira After running for 15 minutes straight, Elvira finally slowed her pace as the two entered The Clearing. The nerves finally began to slightly sink in again, and she stopped to look up at the sky. “Althea…. are you nervous?” she sighs. “The last time we saw wolves from this pack they weren’t too…. welcoming” she thinks, reminiscing on their interaction with Rook a few days before. “This is the first time I’ve seen this many wolves since I was a baby. I just hope they like us, you know? This feels like a big step for both of us.
      Fern would tilt her head at the sound of an interesting rank she had never heard of, though the description matched up pretty well with Rook’s jibbly-jumbly poetic way of speech. She didn’t know him well enough to tell if he was ‘The Master of Lore’ but he was definitely the master of weird words, and she would give a stomp of her paw for that. Fern would continue looking over to Grimolf and she would catch his angry stare as well as when it shifted to the yearling Ragaire. She so badly didn’t want to fuel the fire but what gave him the right to stare at her, ney, to Ragaire as well, like that. Wasn’t he the one without rank here?? She couldn’t keep her eyes on him for now, even if it felt unjust what he was doing, this was a meeting and she wouldn’t do anything about his demeanor now
      * Panther As much as he had been trying not to say anything, unfortunately he failed. He huffed, glaring at Grimolf. “While a pack meeting goes on, would you try to keep your voice down and be respectful?” He spat, a growl rising in his throat. It would seem as though he didn’t like the pack’s staring, granted eye contact could be seen as a challenge, Panther wouldn’t divert his gaze unless the brute agreed to keep his mouth shut. An ear was turned to the meeting as it continued, Kova naming Rook ‘Lore Keeper’ – A rank he didn’t know Wolfspirits had, but was very fitting for the dark brute.
      * Saskia wanted to recognize the ceremony of naming at hand, but the disruptions were close and thin. At the very least, she was able to stamp her paw before Kova howled. Grimolf’s words would draw an unfavorable look from Saskia’s expression. She bit her tongue and glared at Grimolf as he raised his voice above a whisper, and clearly showed no care about what was tradition in their home. It took everything in her to keep from baring her teeth to the brute. And then… oof! He glared at the worst possible wolf other than the Alpha herself. Fianna’s daughter… She would gulp and visibly slink into her frame, scooting closer to her court in secondhand fear. She’d look back towards Kova and the ceremony and try to avoid what was likely about to happen. No fuel added to the flames from Saskia!
      * Ophaelos would hear the subtle growl leaving Panther’s throat. When he looks over, he would see the black male aiming it at Grim, before turning his attention back to the meeting. A smile would be kept at bay to avoid adding fuel to the kindling fire—perhaps tonight, Grimolf would get his comeuppance… and who better than Ophaelos’ favorite hunter to give it to him! Though, what warranted that growl, he’d wonder? He wouldn’t have caught the glares nor heard the conversations being exchanged by the group. Instead, his sight and focus would be on Rook, who was named a fine rank. He’d stamp his paw, a grin being shot at the brute from where he sat.
      * Althea looked ahead and saw a tawny looking wolf standing strongly across the clearing. “Ummmmm….. Uhhhhh… Maybe I should have been so loud.” Althea made eye contact with the strong wolf, who had stunning eyes. “I uhhhh… Maybe we should go talk to them before going any further?” The fur on her back stood up.
      * Rune With so many wolves the Clearing was dynamic. Rune stamps her paw as Rook is named Lore Keeper, a ranked wolf such as herself. She then allows her attention to drift, watching Fianna depart from the group to intercept a pair of wolves. Their scents were new to Rune, but she could not tell if they had been greeted by Fianna or any other wolf before. It was then that Rune noticed Ragaire and Grimolf engaged in a staring contest. She had not yet met Grimolf and while his reputation did preceed him, the story had not yet made it to Rune’s ears. However, she’d try to keep her focus on Kova.
      * Rook Lore Master? Not just a keeper, but a master of the lore? This was certainly beyond his wants and wishes; he treasured knowledge and now to be a master of its keeping made him giddy. He would dip his nose and recognize the muted response to his new rank as what it was. Lesser wolf of lesser heart would take it personally, but he was entrusted with much…even those that would rather ignore the proceedings or play daft to his metaphors for pettiness. He would be true to his station now, giving one paw stamp for himself and for his father who had instilled the yearning for knowledge above all before he dipped his nose to Kova and made his way back toward the place where he had approached.

       

       

      LORE NIGHT

       

      Saskia🍂
      .·: ¨༺ The deadly looks from the Alphess was that of a dragon; it’s fires burning deep into her soul. When she retreated back to her square, Saskia would straighten her posture and look back to where Grimolf disappeared. She didn’t linger there for but a moment before turning back. When Kova asked whom would like to share first in the lore night, she would stand to her paws. “Not a story worthy of dreams, but a story all the same of truth!” She’d start, waving her tail behind her as she waited for a response. ༻¨ :·.
      * Rook would feel the nudge of his sister and hear the howl offered by Cajun. He would, of course, dip his nose in thanks to the brute before looking to Leora as if to nudge her to be next in line. For now, a story would be potentially offered by Saskia.
      * Calder his attention would have been split between all the happenings. Eyes careful, but welcome to each wolf who now gathered closer for the night of Lore. He was eager to hear the tellings from one to another. This was always his chance to learn more of the pack then ever.
      * Kova when Saskia would offer to be the first to share, she gave a firm nod of her head and a welcoming expression, despite the simmering discharge of ire that still had yet to truly fleet her gaze. Not towards the fae of course, but in the tension slowly simmering away. “What say you, Lore Master, to Saskia opening for us?” she diverted her gaze to Rook with a light and curious expression.
      * Rook Deep in the throes of quiet touches and well wishes in lieu of what was, he was further caught off guard by the question asked. He would look to Saskia intently as the first verse bearer, the keeper and seeker of the Song, to another. Would the bells toll? Would the bay of wrestles ocean churn on the fore? He likely couldn’t see, but he dipped his nose none-the-less. ”Tell a tale and may those who hear be the better for it.”
      * Kova her hues fell then to Saskia as she would dip her nose, giving the fae the floor to begin her spun lore. Eager ears would perk as she would remain a top the rock for a moment, and when the blessing was given by Rook, she would slowly decend from the stone’s surface to be level with each wolf in kind. She did her best to seat herself in a manner that might help make a ‘circle’ of sorts. She would have found herself nearest Rook and Leora, with Fianna on the otherside. Eyes fell to Saskia now.

       

      Saskia

      Saskia🍂 — Today at 8:29 PM
      .·: ¨༺ When Kova turned to ask the newly appointed Lore Master if Saskia could share, she looked to the stone brute with eager, yet nervous eyes. She’d never live up to his stories, but perhaps she could share new things.

      When he looked towards her, she’d make contact with his equally stony hues and perhaps share a moment of the spinning thread that was sowing a tapestry. To his permission, if it was called such, she would wave her tail and look towards Fianna. “Many, many months ago, in the summer months of season… Kova drew a group of wolves together to journey North. Far, far and even farther we traveled until we came upon a winged, metal dragon! Of course, this dragon had been slain. Nearest the dragon, there was a structure I’d never seen before. Fianna and I entered this ruin. We moved careful, awaiting for a monster to JUMP out and grab us!-” She’d lunge forward and pretend to lash out in a jump scare towards those in front of her before slinking back into a calmer frame. Her next words would be hushed, and mystified.

      “There – at the back of the structure – lied a peculiar object. Fianna approached it with caution, and she touched it! The object was not alive but it sung us a song. Hmm hmm hmmmm-” She’d hum softly like the haunting sounds that came from the object. “- It had petals that you could push under it and what not. I often wonder today what stories it could tell from it’s songs?” She’d conclude her story for now, looking at the others to see what they thought of her experiences, her eyes softly finding Fianna with a wink of jest. ༻¨ :·.

       

      Fianna

      Fianna would nod her thanks to their Lore Master and rise to all fours, letting her gaze travel out around them. Since her trek west she had been harboring something, a song of sorts, for just such a time as this. She would take a single moment to gather it in her mind before beginning. She would try and temper the cadence and lyric of her voice to that of the tale told in song, and it would rise and fall to enhance the telling as much as she could…

      “A young brute moved through the forest
      A legend of tooth and claw.
      He heard a young fae singing
      And followed the sound afar.
      There he found the young fae,
      ..Who lives in the willow.

      He called to her as she listened
      From a ring of blossoms red
      ‘Come with me sylvan fae
      Come from thy willow bed’
      She looked at him serenely
      And only shook her head.

      ‘See me now, a ray of light in the moondance
      See me now, I cannot leave this place
      Hear me now, a strain of song in the forest
      Don’t ask me, to follow where you lead’

      A young brute moved through the forest
      With a flower on stem so green
      His love had fur like fire
      Her eyes an emerald sheen
      She wrapped herself in beauty
      So young and so serene.

      He stood there under the willow
      And he gave her the yellow bloom
      ‘Fae my heart you’ve captured
      Oh I would be your mate’
      She said she’d court him never
      Nae, naught would be her fate…

      ‘See me now, a ray of light in the moondance
      See me now, I cannot leave this place
      Hear me now, a strain of song in the forest
      Don’t ask me, to follow where you lead’

      A young brute walked through the forest
      With claws honed sharp and true
      I’ll take the green-eyed fae
      And she shall be my mate
      With her I’ll raise my young pups
      With her I’ll pass my days

      The young fae mourned when she heard him-
      When he said he’d set her free
      He took his claws and used them
      To bring down her ancient tree
      ‘Now your willow’s fallen
      Now you belong to me’

      ‘See me now, a ray of light in the moondance
      See me now, I cannot leave this place
      Hear me now, a strain of song in the forest
      Don’t ask me,
      to follow where you lead’

      She followed him out the forest, and collapsed upon the earth
      Her paws had walked but a distance,
      From the green land of her birth
      She faded into a flower,
      That would bloom for one bright eve
      He could not take from the forest,
      What was never meant to leave.”

      Fianna’s voice would fade out near the end, leaving the tale-song on a haunting note as she settled back onto.her haunches.

       

      Panther

      Rook was correct, Panther’s hues held certainty, and maybe it wasn’t the story everyone expected, it was a story woven nonetheless. He dipped his muzzle to Rook in thanks, and smiled as he opened his maw to speak. “Not the night howl for one’s mate, nor the full moon instinct to howl. This wolf sings for forlorn fate, a lonesome breed on singular prowl.” A pause would be given as he looked around, a subtle smile on his maw. “Alone in their wild forest home. Guardians of woodland mystery, high upon timbered mountain tops, they roam deep shadows ranging free.” His gaze would be casted towards his court and Fianna once the word ‘Guardians’ was uttered. “Only the whisper of their silent paw prints, swift across valley and meadow home. Ancient witness to continental journey, wildlife warriors under starry dome. Darklight Monarchs in silken fur, royal sanction of Red, Brown, and Black. World renown majestic and noble, from east to north an awesome sight.” He offered his last words, concluding his poem. Once his story was concluded, he’d glance around the circle that had formed. “And that shall be my lore concluded.” He offered, allowing Rook to choose yet another wolf to speak.

       

      Cajun

      the big coal brute sensed it was his turn to share a tale to unfold cajun thought long on it but decided that he felt liking alot more to tell of a story of a first time out with a fellow packmate on a dup hunt rather then a start of his own thread of his journey thouggh the great woods and existance that would for sure be a well told ventute in itself but for anotehr time with that cajun stood up and bowed his head to everyone and walked to the mid circle and looked to all facing and meetign each ones gaze before settign down on his haunces to begin his venue of lore twitched his ears when he heard then saw the stomp of the fae Ferns paw and smiled he nodded to her and gave a soft wruff in admiration it made him happy she was eager to hear of his tale and then he felt all the more fitting of the lore he was about to instill upon the winds

      cleared his throat then as he let both his mind and body relax some the big brute began his tale he looked to each one as he began allowing his hues and bodys expressiosn to help soin the tale unfolding”twas a few moons ago not to olong after id done my first solo hunt there would be a big coal brute who had a young browm fae with him named saskia “canu smiled over saskias directiona moment” the big brute had eben starting out on a hunt when she aprached him and askwed if she could join there was excitemtn and f light of anticipation in the other wolfs eyes which made the coal male perk admiraly back to her:

      walked a few steped a moemnmt and resteaed as he got caught in the moment for a moment of reliving that venture by the two “he smiled and thogh more he looed to the ones listening ‘that night was pure well it startedn out that way anyhow the bruten soflty chuckled the moomn shone down on eachs coat and form making the night dew that clingd on each of their coats l sparke like how the stars twinkle above in the night sky a waters run sounds heard in the distance while the two trod along its banks in search of their quary a Beaver.! though unknogst to neither this one would give the two a sure run for thier paws money and work a night they would rember with a few bumps and bruises

      ”the two made thier way trekking finally spoting thier quarry, Cajun was the one that made the first strike the brute thankfully landed one and that beaver went asounding back up agaisnt the bank he heald it distracted at bay while his hunting artner saskia made her move the fae moved in with the swiftness of an eagle and making a hold with jaws that held firmer then the hardest stone that might be found. flexed his own paws as he recalled the tale it made him feel like the brute was right there it happening all over again he felt his fur and muscles tingle a little that was part of gthe thrill of a Hunt1 when you chase down and face off with your quarry at last cajun cont with his takle he looked to saskia moment seeing her reation and recolection to the event. gave a soft chuckle then he lifted a paw up a moment as he looked to some of the even more youthful group that might have been listening “But never Ever..Underesimate your prey for once you do that can put you in set for much Dismay ..and a few suprises” the coal brute said while turning his head to sone side lookign off to soemoen who may or may not be there. then it was about that time that things started taking a turn for thee worse as both wolves of the hunting dup were caught Completly off guard the big brute stood up and he paced some in front of everyone back and forth withaw look trying to ad to the suspense and happenings “That darn pesky beaver had a few tricks of his own!” why before either wolf knew it that critetr when the bit coal bruet tried to attack they moved to the side and
      <`Raven> rooled back over landing a hard nab Right on the tip of his coal muzzle! causing the brute to tuble back into the water, his hunting partner saskia saw that gre4at falter and rushed to the retaliation But that beaver wasnt done he had alot more that he had hidden and he was about to show that he was alot more then a log chopper
      <`Raven> <Cajun> heard a paw stamping and lifted up his gaze and head looking over catching sigfht of the alpha Kova doing the stamping the bri brute smiled then got set to end the tale he shifted his paws and paced back to the other side of the group
      <`Raven> <Rook> c/Rook Story 📖 Wise words for every occasion; never underestimate your prey. He too would give a firm stamp of his paw only after Cajun had finished or had he? ”I’d like to know if you both caught the beaver or not! You must not leave the tale at this end.” Only if Cajun wanted to spill the beans would the Lore Master bade him. If Cajun was truly done, then he would let the end of the tale rest for another time.
      ”saski made her move and i say that cajun was quite impressed by how the young fae had taken to hunting and her determnatiion in trying to land a good meal though that night it just want going to be the luck of the draw for either of them, the big brute watched a splashm of water as teh fae locked on her jaws to the critetr and it tumbled into the water with her, saskia was trying to regain her footing but wasnlt able to as that narly
      <`Raven> pesky beaer came up and nabbed her on one of her legs causing her to falter it finaly became too much after the injurues theat both wolves had to just :call it and that was that
      <`Raven> <Cajun> both then walked with limps to a spot to rest and it woule be a night neiher would ever soon forget a lesson learned neverr get over awnxious and never under esitamem but tttthe big coal male was proud to have been on the hunt none theles s with saskia it had been hism first duo effort and with that cajun bowed and returned to his seat after gathering everyones expressions

       

      Ophaelos

      Ophaelos would smile at Cajun’s story, stamping his paw and getting a, ‘Here, here!’ out in between everyone’s words. At Rook’s call upon him, his smile would not loosen, instead tightening slightly. “I’m honored!” He would keep on his haunches, a comfortable seat as he looks around and takes everyone in. “Perhaps it is not so much of a story, rather than it is a re-telling of some of the festivities and rites my own pack had. Much like your Lore Nights and meetings, my pack was similar in values, but different practices. I thought telling everyone here about them would be appropriate, as you all are sharing your own rite with me.”

      “As some few lucky wolves may already know, I hail from the Far, Far North. A place of eternal snow, no matter the season, surrounded by ice, glaciers, water, mountains, and islands. During the warmer times, a phenomenon of eternal day would take place and festivities would follow suit. My pack—Alesthane—charmingly named this time, ‘Miðnætur Sól,’ English for ‘Midnight Sun,’ as the rays of daylight would be apparent in times where it should be dark. It was a time to celebrate the fertile riches that would blossom across the tundra, rare for such a desolate place. Prey would multiply, herbs would grow, melting ice would allow for fishing opportunities, and many litters of pups would be had from the several established pairs. Festivities included hunting excursions and games, consisting of races, Paw-ball, and tag. My personal favorite of these activities would be sparring—where two wolves take part in a consensual fight to show off their strength and courage. Any injuries would be taken care of after the spar, but spars typically consisted of simply pinning an opponent rather than wounding them—ego’s aside,” he chuckles. “It was a bonding experience, especially for those who were eager to practice the way of the hunt on a target that wouldn’t fight back too hard.”

      “Some chose to pray during this time, others simply enjoyed the sun on their faces and the plentiful resources the season brought. I typically was never one to pray, as I was too busy sparring and spending time with my family, namely my brother Eýr, and more importantly, the pack Oracle, an old and wise fae named As`shai, my paternal great-great-grandmother and founder of my pack.” He would pause, an image of so many faces lost to time coming to his mind, clearing just in time as he goes on to speak. “In contrast, when the colder months were upon the pack, an eternal night would take place. We called this ‘Snjó Tungl,’ which means ‘Snow Moon.’ In contrast to Miðnætur Sól, this was a sacred time. Prayer would be expected of everyone. Brilliant ribbons of color floated across the dark skies, lighting the tundra full of many hues that danced and waved like beads of water in an ocean. Snjó Tungl was dedicated to the wolves who walked before us, whose souls now wander the spiritual plane. Those who passed from normal causes ascended to the skies, and popular belief preached by Oracles would say their spirits take the form of the lights that wave in the night sky during Snjó Tungl. The brighter their glow, the more pleased the spirits were of the years happenings. To those whose lives were laid in battle, their spirits would ascend much further and deeper, traversing through the energy of these lights, into a realm revered as Valhǫll. An ancient word made of two terms. Valr: ‘the slain’ and Hǫll, for ‘hall.’ It is a separate afterlife for warriors and, only by being killed would one ascend here. Those who made it to Valhalla would be in a realm of sanctuary and feast on the flesh of a Muskox, slaughtered daily and made whole again each evening. This belief is how the Muskox came to be my pack sigil, an extremely sacred animal killed in times of Snjó Tungl only. When slaughtered, we as a pack would together chant an ancient prayer for the creature before eating to guide its spirit to Valhǫll. It is through prayer during such a sacred time that we honor their lives and those that exist in the lights of the painted sky. It was a time of rest, invocation, storytelling, and devotion. Fighting ceased, arguments resolved, and petty resentments were forgotten as everyone joined together to honor both the living and the deceased.”

      He would look around, observing everyone’s faces and quiet, respectful demeanors before continuing. “Core values have always been dear to me. The land from which I hail is so different from the land we all currently are sitting in. Beliefs are different, society is different, and the lay of the land itself and its meanings are, too, different. I can see just by the way many of you treat the land we walk on, it holds meaning to everyone, unique to each individual, a feeling that is becoming familiar and stronger to me with each passing day. While my home has been lost to the sands—or, the snowflakes of time, its value and meaning have not. To be with you all, to grow from stranger to friend, or possibly even family eventually, is an honor that I feel very lucky to receive. I share only briefly in my culture tonight, as there is much to say. I just hope that, with time, I may hear stories of your own, from where you all hail, of deities you believe in, why you may not believe in anything, and so on,” he finishes, giving a warm smile to everyone watching. “Thank you for hearing my story… I keep it short, as to leave room for those here wanting more when the time comes to share again. I hope to share more with everyone in the future, both in future Lore Nights and outside of them. The stories and poems shared tonight were epic tales and I wish I could have been there to experience some of those myself.” He would pause for a moment, giving everyone a simper. “Perhaps I will share more of a story next time, instead of a re-telling of the core values of my pack. I sense this tight-knit family is set deep in its own spiritual ways and I thought it would be foolish to not share my own. Storytelling brings wolves close, but nothing beats having a common interest.” Ophaelos would wrap his words up, allowing everyone the time to savor what he says and have responses of their own, if there were any to be had. (aaaaand scene!)

       

      Fern

      Fern would find the eyes of Rook land on herself and she would take a deep breath in before sitting up taller, preparing to share what she had remembered of her old pack and their tales. “Well, the words I have are a bit more of a pup’s tale, as those were the favorite kind of stories that my pack told.” She would give a gentle smile, remembering those times. “I believe this story was called “The Lake From Above.”

      She would start with one last breath in and prepare her story telling voice. “In the midst of an infinite, open field, three fae-pups were born. All three wondering day after day, what is up there in the sky that makes the limitless atmosphere so vast and vibrant? They soon hatched a plan to steal the wings of some neighboring birds, so each of them could seek out their questions together. And that they did. The first snatching the wings of an Eagle, the second grabbing the wings of a Vulture, and the last taking the wings of Goose. Indeed, they took their new found flight and went high, high into the air until the land below was barely visible, until they were at the top. One of the pups pawed at the almost ever flowing sky, and drip, drip, drip it went. Sending showers of rain down below. They looked around with confused visages, wondering what was holding the water up so high, only to see the spirits and ancestors of many kinds of birds, all using their feathery wings to keep the water aloft. They looked to the pups, first with welcoming faces until they saw the wings of their fallen avian comrades that had been wrongly stolen. They were all horrified of this injustice and cast the pups down, now without their wings. But without the ability of flight how would they make it back down…?” She would chuckle a bit. “That’s where my father would end the story, but I think it’s pretty obvious what happened.” Her voice would trail off into a whisper.

       

      Rook

      The passage of time throughout the night would be such that the high heavens would cast a filtered light through passing snow-laden clouds and upon the wolves below. When time had come for him to tell a tale, he would do so by first looking to the night’s sky and calling out.

      “Ar aird! Ar aird! Critheann craobhacha an locha san oíche agus solas airgid faoi bhláth i measc a dhuilleog.”
      His voice would trail at the last and mimic the trembling of the leaves and branches for which his father’s tongue spoke. He then continued the tale while passing his gaze to each wolf in a thoughtful and deliberate manner.

      “Look to the sky and see how the branches of ill-fated lovers cross Loch Oíche. Watch as the silver light trembles above a broken veil…”

      “Shortly after the “starfall” of a tale before this, the night’s sky shown with fledgling argent light scattered across a darkened lake that still, in part, resides above us. Upon the fields beneath this primordial sky, love blossomed, and bonds were forged between the kin of stone and the kin of the stars such that the richness and depth of the first Mean Oíche were like roots unbroken…or almost unbroken.”

      His tones mimicked those of his father’s telling that in sorrow and in sadness one might still find strength to overcome…

      “Joy and peace were not always a certainty in the fledgling days of my ancient kin. The Great Song and the seeds that fruited from it were then as they are now—memories that are scattered in the tones of a melody we each hold part of… a story for another night. The wolf kin of ash, the Olc, however, still remained and toiled in evil deeds of olden days. Fierce were the waning days of the Olc, but even in their demise they encroached upon the lands of the Mean Oíche.”

      While he spoke, he gathered upon the edge of the story circle a ridge of snow that served as facsimile to the range of his ancestral home. Once he spoke of the fearsome Olc, he would blow loose snow over top the ridge and watch as the dusting of snow clung to the air like the ash of the Olc would have. Here, at this part of the tale, he would look to Kova with a lingering gaze before he then looked between Fianna and Calder, Panther and Saskia, Rune and Cwn….

      ” Love burns wild in the hearts of young mates, and two such wolves of the Mean Oíche were on the fields of battle when the Olc descended upon the north. Smoke and ash filled the air and their lungs; yet, they fought from muted dawn to a burning dusk in which the great fire in the sky was painted with the blood of the fallen Olc. So many Olc died that Balor, the Baleful, Alpha of their twisted lot finally descended upon the fray, and in twilight slayed the lovers upon the fields of the Nathaír. There, Balor left them where they died, on opposite sides of the River Nathaír. ”

      Again, Rook drew upon the canvas of snow, and in that drawing he carved the passage of the River Nathaír like a braid upon a untamed landscape. When he told of the lover’s death, he placed a pawprint on either side of the river and let his voice purposefully tremble like the lonesome call of a babbling brook against winter’s ice.

      “Dwindled in number, the Olc remained upon the fertile plains of the River Nathaír and pressed their invasion no farther. Winter came and with it mournful snow draped atop the fallen lovers, but love would not forget. In the spring, two saplings sprouted where both lovers had fallen, and by summer stout trees with branches filled with silver leaves reached nearly across the river’s width. The Olc, never remiss in their evil, dug and dug until the trees were felled and carried down the river’s course. The next spring, however, two new saplings sprouted, and the summer saw two stout trees of silver leaves that yearned to touch across the river’s width. ”

      Rook would draw as best he could upon the snowy canvas to long gentle branches that would almost touch across the river’s course…

      Rook would cross out the paw prints and the branches crossing the river, smoothing over the snowy surface before continuing his tale in remorseful tones.

      “Dwindled in number, the Olc remained upon the fertile plains of the River Nathaír and pressed their invasion no farther. Winter came and with it mournful snow draped atop the fallen lovers, but love would not forget. In the spring, two saplings sprouted where both lovers had fallen, and by summer stout trees with branches filled with silver leaves reached nearly across the river’s width. The Olc, never remiss in their evil, dug and dug until the trees were felled and carried down the river’s course. The next spring, however, two new saplings sprouted, and the summer saw two stout trees of silver leaves that yearned to touch across the river’s width.”

      “Evil but not foolish, Balor knew that these two lovers were a thing he could not abide, and so ordered that the trees be felled again and one of the lover’s bones be carried across the far horizon. Balor knew he would relish in the lonely growth of the one tree, thinking that no two trees would grow across the expanse of the plains. ”

      Again, Rook would would use his props to full effect, stamping into the snow and obliterating the trees before recreating the scene once more. Here, his tone turned away from the remorse and to the promise of hope…of spring in the coldest of nights. He would turn his shifting gaze from those of the circle back to the night’s sky and begin with a whisper that grew to a trembling roar

      “Ar aird…AR AIRD!!! Ní laghdaítear solas na nduilleog airgid le teacht na gréine”

      “High have the silver leaves grown, such that the dawning of the sun and the fury of hope fulfilled does not diminish their light…Woe be to those in the path of the long paw…”

      He spoke now in a muted half whisper that would still be heard. Finally, he looked to the drawing of the River Nathaír and to his ancestral home before speaking in the tones of finality….

      “Winter came and so did spring, but no sapling grew, and no stout tree of silver leaves took root upon the banks of the River Nathaír for the years that the Olc occupied the north. Finally, in the autumn of the Olc’s time, the sons and daughters of the Mean Oíche stormed the plains of the Nathaír to reclaim the land that was theirs. Such a battle was not had since the time of the Great Song, and I will not sing of that part now…no, we press on to the end of the tale and to the time of Lugh of the long paw. Lugh, Alpha of the Mean Oíche, met Balor upon the fields of the Nathaír and such was their fight that all that came close were trampled into the ground and perished.”

      Rook would stamp out the scene he had created in a flash of unbridled pantomimed fury, sweeping away the “ash” of the Olc and the memory of the trees before seeming to relent in the destruction. His shoulders sunk and he fell to the earth like one defeated. There, he huffed deeply and looked to the sky before finally speaking the end of the tale.

      ” When, at last, Balor was felled, he looked up with his baleful eyes at the night sky and to two trees of silver leaves outstretched across Loch Oíche and across the horizon that would separate them no longer. So it was that Balor died seeing what we see now…two trees adorned in silver leaves kindled by the love of two wolves that would never be separated again.”

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      Lore Night

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      Please join the WolfSpirits Pack for a Lore Night gathering on the evening of Friday, July 9th, 2021 at 6pm PST.

      The story, tale, myth, poem, etc. that you plan to share may not exceed 2,000 words in length. Your contribution to Lore Night must also be sent to the Alphas or Betas for approval prior to Lore Night.

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      Friday, July 9th at 7pm MST/8pm CST/9pm EST
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      Lore Night – July 6th, 2020

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      Lore Night

      July 6th, 2020

      The pack gathered to share lore and story!

      Lore Night Begins

      * Kamai had been long left behind by the others she was with and had journeyed back the way they came towards the clearing. she had skirted the cougar territory with no trouble. she had just passed into the hunting grounds when she heard a summoning howl by the alpha. curious, she would pick up her speed
      * Kamai and make her way towards the howl
      * Fianna would look a bit chagrined at that. How silly of her, of course it wasn’t. Still she felt a pang of disappointment within her heart that her mother had not in fact miraculously regained her sight. She’d perk up a bit at the idea of a lote night, and nod, nosing her mother fondly before backing up to give the Alphess space, settling several feet away and loosely observing the goings on around her. She’d chuff softly to Rook as he neared, an ear pricking in his direction. How had he been? She wondered. Was he getting reacquainted with the territory? Perhaps he’d fall in love with again and want to stay.. But those questions would have to wait, for she’d rather ask them in solitude rather than at the forefront of a gathering.

      * Rook ‘s own tail would abide by the growing comfort and happiness at being near family, regardless of plans he had been hatching within the scheming mind of his. He had come as close to Atraya and Fianna to have heard the promise of lore and tale, and he knew then that the promise he felt in the air had been true. Good enough then…good enough. In his muse, he set a stone’s weight upon
      * Rook the cut»»
      <Rook> cont»» metaphorical scale and see what lore he would gain in turn. Such was the currency of a ‘teller. A chuff received was one that would be returned in kind once he was near enough to offer it after all the howling had been done. He, of course, was quiet. ’twas not his place to call for kin that was not quite his.
      <Calder> He would move along the chosen path through the hunting grounds – taking note of all the smells therein. Those who had kept close to the injured fae and moving in and out of the hunting grounds as well. For now, and for the most part, all the trails led in and out and back to the clearing. It was there he would move. Hearing a howl arrive across the expanse of the hunting grounds he would now follow after at a slow pace.
      * Kova would nose Shakira once more before the pair would start to make their way back to the clearing. They weren’t that far off. Eventually after a few minutes they would appear from the South East. She would pause at the edge of the forest, allowing herself to rest but also take stock of who was present. A good turn out, she thought, and swung her tail before she’d continue to limp into the clearing and seat herself halfway in.
      * Kamai would make her way into the clearing now at a quick pace. she would notice a few wolves gathered near the rock and would make her way to them. the scents brought on the wind told her the alphas were there, and she made quick as she wanted to know how they were doing.
      * Atraya would shift her paws once more as she tore off another chunk then ate it rather quickly. She could sense the presence of others. She would nose Fianna who was near and if Rook would get close enough, she’d offer a nuzzle to him as well before she would call out to the rest. “Well met wolves of WolfSpirits. Tonight I would like to call a gathering for a Lore Night. I would like to open it »»
      <Atraya> »» to those here, who desires to share?”
      * Kamai reaching the group she would let out a chuff. she heard atrayas words and she tilted her head “excuse me alpha im sorry, but what is a lore night? what does it entail?” she said sitting down acknowledging all the others she has and haven’t met yet
      * Fianna would remain equally quiet after her soft chuff, and she’d watch every wolf arrive, excited about the prospect of a story. She had few of her own to offer, for what she’d experienced in her lifetime the other’s of her pack had seen and observed as well. She was keen to glean the other’s wisdom however, and her fanning tail would show. When her mother asked who’d like to share, she’d look around expectantly.
      * Shakira moved alongside Kova most of the way, only breaking away if the she-wolf seated herself near the middle of the group, her own preference being to move to the side of the group and as far from the ‘spotlight’ as possible. At the mention of a lore night, her tail would begin a slight motion, it had been quite some time since she had last sat in on a lore night with the pack, it was good to hear that they had at
      * Shakira least a night to spare for some light-hearted storytelling and time together.
      * Fianna shifted, getting more comfortable as the others piled in and got cozy. She’d remembered something she could share, but didn’t want to start the night off, so she held her tongue and waited for a later moment, anticipating what the other’s might share. She sunk down onto her belly, and licked at a paw, an ear flicking to the evening sounds around her.
      * Fianna would think idly of Kwa`ani, wondering where her sister was.. Probably off in the mountains. She seemed to have a wanderlust nearly as addictive as Rook’s, while Fianna herself found that while the distant peaks drew her eyes, her heart kept her paws grounded wherever the pack was.
      * Atraya would shift her ‘gaze’ to those who where gathered before she would offer a gentle swing of her tail and curled it about her haunches. She would start off. “I will offer words of lore to those who would enjoy to hear it.” her tones equal and light. It was there she turned to Kamai and offered “Stay and listen and you will know of what our Lore Nights entail” she added
      * Atraya she would slowly rise to all fours, feeling the stones firm grip to her paw pads as she stood atop the Alphas rock to offer her lore. Her tones would be subtle, light, but as well filled with the emotion that any story could tell or offer.
      * Rook was happy to sit in the growing shade of the Alpha’s stone and listen to what would be offered. Certainly a tale or two would gleam amongst the stone and grass that composed the clearing and the packland…certainly, the rustle of leaves on the forest’s trees would whisper a bardic tune.

      <Atraya> Why does thou sit upon my grave
      <Atraya> And will dead lips to speak?
      <Atraya> Why does thou weep upon my grave
      <Atraya> And will not let me sleep?
      <Atraya> My Body it is as cold as clay
      <Atraya> My breath is earthly strong
      <Atraya> How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart
      <Atraya> Where we were won’t to walk
      <Atraya> The fairest flower that e’er I saw
      <Atraya> Has withered to a stalk
      <Atraya> When will we meet again, sweetheart?
      <Atraya> When will we meet again?
      <Atraya> When the Autumn leaves that fall from trees
      <Atraya> Are green and spring up again
      <Atraya> How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart
      <Atraya> Where we were won’t to walk
      <Atraya> The fairest flower that e’er I saw
      <Atraya> Has withered to a stalk
      * Atraya the last word would echo off the tip of her tongue as she recanted a small story and lore driven from the small threads of her heart, still tangled and unwoven to one another. She felt the stone beneath her feel as cold as clay. She gave a slow dip of her head indicating the end of her shared lore. Words from the heart and the soul, albeit a loft, still held truth and emotion. She hoped to share with her family.
      * Kova would have arrived at the clearings edge and into the clearing about halfway when her Alpha had begun a Lore Night. Catching the invitation she couldn’t help but contain her excitment. She recalled the stories shared and given to herself and Rook, even to the story teller pack. It was something she relished and enjoyed and so, when she seated herself she looked around to those wolves »»
      <Kova> »» present. Seeing the Alpha’s son among them, she swished her tail softly. Eyes refocused now to Atraya and to the offered lore of heart and of soul. She offered a light stomp of her paw at the ending tones. A fine and strong piece to start off with, she thought. One of heart.
      * Fianna would feel her emotion seem to wax and wane with the tempo of what her mother had chosen to share. “Beautiful.” She would whisper. She wondered if the choice had anything to do with the mate of her heart being beyond the grave.. Or just as far. She would feel her own lore would flow well on the heels of her mother’s and so, taking a deep breath against her sudden onset of nerves she’d rise and wave her tail to
      * Fianna share her own piece :
      * Fianna ‘s voice began softly, but would rise and fall with her own creation.
      <Fianna> Standing in a barren plain,
      <Fianna> Empty but for me,
      <Fianna> I listen…
      <Fianna> A grain of sand amidst a vast desert,
      <Fianna> I am small,
      <Fianna> And I listen…
      <Fianna> Ages past and ages gone,
      <Fianna> I have stood,
      <Fianna> And I listened…
      <Fianna> My comrades fell one by one,
      <Fianna> Standing unnoticed,
      <Fianna> I listened…
      <Fianna> Until I was the last one,
      <Fianna> Forgotten by time,
      <Fianna> I listened…
      <Fianna> Now tall and strong yet,
      <Fianna> Old and beaten,
      <Fianna> Still I listen…
      <Fianna> Comes an agent of death,
      <Fianna> With fatal bite,
      <Fianna> I listen…Falling to the ground my vision fades,
      <Fianna> But for an instant more,
      <Fianna> I listen…
      <Fianna> The woodsman sighs gazing at,
      <Fianna> The very place,
      <Fianna> I listened…
      <Fianna> In tranquil quiet the time has come,
      <Fianna> As the woodsman listens,
      <Fianna> I tell…
      <Fianna> Of memories gleaned while standing still,
      <Fianna> Of pain and joy,
      <Fianna> I tell…
      <Fianna> Life and death I know,
      <Fianna> And all of it,
      <Fianna> I tell…
      <Fianna> As the woodsman listens and reads my story,
      <Fianna> Until there is no more,
      <Fianna> I tell.

      * Fianna finished her short tale of the trees within the ancient forest she had gleaned, the winds had whispered it to her. Ancient and wise they were and she truly wondered what tales they had to share. She’d sit back down, upright and gazing around to see who would share next.
      * Kamai would listen to all the recitements and would be thinking of her own. hers werent as good as theirs but she would still take a few moments maybe not a poem, but a story she had heard long ago. she would let someone else go as she focused on how the story went
      * Atraya ‘s frame would shift only slightly as she seemed transfixed to listen to the words of Fianna and the tune she wove for the rest to hear. She imagined it in her dark vision the stories playing just before her. Both strength and wisdom in the gleaming words, all to which would be inspiring. She offered a gentle pawing to the earth and stone she sat upon. “A wise lore indeed. Beautiful and »»
      <Atraya> »» heartfelt. Thank you Fianna.” her tones would match the heartfelt inspiration she to felt from it.
      * Kova would close her eyes allowing Fianna’s story to recant in her mind. Playing out the vision of what a lore would look like, and how it would be told and relived in their minds. When the story was finished she would swing her tail and dip her head. A fine story indeed. Full of wisdom and thought. She would perhaps hold her story for now, she too waiting to see if any others would speak their lore.
      <Calder> He would have seated himself just to the outskirts of the clearing itself, paws placed between himself as he remained seated. He would listen to the first set of Lore before he turned to Fianna when she went to share. He took in the words offered by both fae’s and felt the emotion in the pair. Curious eyes of amber leered across the gathered and he’d wait for the next teller to tell their tale.
      <Rook> A few stones had been added to the opposing scale, but there were plenty more wolves in this pack and plenty more tales or prose to share. He remained fixed upon the grass he sat and did not move other than to offer two rounds of paw stamps against the ground for his mother and sister.
      * Fianna would scan those present, happy to see so many of her pack and family around her. She’d catch sight of Calder in the distance and she’d tilt her head a moment in curiosity before looking back to the other’s, the silence for a moment stretching.
      * Kamai would stand up “if you dont mind i would love to share a story. she would then stand and with a deep breath she began her tale. her voice falling and rising with the flow.
      <Kamai> I lay here trapped, no song to sing
      <Kamai> wondering what tomorrow will bring.
      <Kamai> my spirit lost, perhaps never found
      <Kamai> no music here, not one little sound.
      <Kamai> i must break free, i know for sure
      <Kamai> though i never thought to do it before
      <Kamai> these chains that bind me will not break
      <Kamai> but they must, for my lifes at stake
      <Kamai> running free is my only dream
      <Kamai> but that seems far from me it seems
      <Kamai> the years go by, and as i fall asleep
      <Kamai> i dream of forests dark and deep
      <Kamai> no chains to hold me, im finally free
      <Kamai> though i think to myself “can this really be?”
      <Kamai> my spirits alive, i have found my song
      <Kamai> ive finally found where i belong.
      <Kamai> i howl my song for all to hear
      <Kamai> i see my family, its too much to bear
      <Kamai> they guide me home, among the stars
      <Kamai> my home is near and yet so far.
      <Kamai> below me somewhere a white wolf lies
      <Kamai> in chains but never to wake again
      <Kamai> for its soul is free no longer bound
      <Kamai> her freedom has finally been found.
      * Kamai as she ended her tale, a tear would fall from her eye, it was about her, but not about her, she had gotten her freedom finally, and she was happy where she was today. she would then sit and let someone else go. if she could blush she would be bright pink

      * Atraya when Kamai finished her thoughtful tale of woven words and rythmic lore, she gave a grateful nod and stomp of her own paw. Much to be held in said words, and much to sing to the telling of a tale. She gave a dip of her head to Kamai “Thank you for sharing, Kamai.” her ‘gaze’ continued to look outward to those she could sense gathered. Some familiar others, passing.
      * Kova took Kamai’s words and woven lore to heart as well. She thought quietly upon the offered tones and the meaning behind each lyric. She would stomp a paw slowly before she kept her tail about her haunches carefully. Finding it uncomfortable to be seated for long she quietly lowered herself down into the grass and took stalk of who was within and any who desired to share.
      <Calder> When the new fae, Kamai, approached and shared her story he gave a quiet nod. All interesting, he thought. He’d never think that a pack ever held such a ceremonial type of gathering where they shared story and lore. To him, this made the most sense. Why not gather and share lore of wisdom and of history. What better way to keep the past and present alive then through story. He felt inspiration »»
      <Calder> »» well within him, and perhaps his own lore he wanted to share with the pack for sometime but found no other time to do so…. until now.

      * Shakira listened intently to the various story’s and snippets, poems and heartsongs spilled into the open for others to hear, a vulnerability that held a strength not many possessed. As yet another story came to an end, she suddenly felt a slight pang in her heart, a story that wasn’t hers but one that deserved to be shared nonetheless. With a deep breath, she stood and without announcing herself, began; “Some say the
      * Shakira world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I have tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. Though, I think, I know enough of hate, to know that ice, is also great. And would suffice.” She finished quietly, seating herself once more and staring out ahead, trying to remember where it was she had heard such a forlorn tale.

      * Fianna would have listened intently to Kamai’s tale, nodding as it fell to a close. It had depth to it as well and she’d offer a beat of her paw and a wag of her tail toward the fae, her gaze moving then to the next who would speak. Shakira’s words were brief but intriguing. She’d ponder them, savor them before giving another stamp of her paw and a wag. Good words shared by all. She had missed lore nights, the last ones
      * Fianna being when she was but a wee pup and she didn’t remember those stories shared. A pang of sorrow shot through her as she thought of Faolan, of her father who had always seemed to have the best tales to tell, and she missed him.
      * Atraya turned an ear and then her head to Shakira as she offered her thoughtful tones. Forlorn and thoughtful. She gave a slow rise of her paw before stomping the earth. A well spun tale of wisdom, thought and insight. “Thank you Kamai… and thank you Shakira. Beautiful tales and beautiful lore.” her tones light and equal in appreciation to those shared tales.
      * Kova turned to Kamai and gave a thoughtful nod to her words and then to Shakira. It was short but she to found the meaning behind those shared words powerful. She thought quietly on her own inner monolouges and lore. It was there she tried to recall a story but she found her memory slightly blocked. Dark just like the hunt had ended her. She furrowed a brow now trying to recall her own story. »»
      <Kova> »» Another chapter to a book well written with lesson and lore.
      <Rook> Sobering and frightfully dark stories and prose suggested that it was not only he and a few others who had seen a wellspring of sorrow. He quite liked the prospect of wagering how the world would end, but he had the prvilege of a broader horizon…mayhaps just something other than both, he thought to himself. The sway of his tail betrayed his otherwise quiet demeanor and told of his
      <Rook> own cut»»
      <Rook> cont»» appreciation at hearing what would be offered. His father’s stories were always a treat, and he was sure to have a few readied for such moments as this; however, they were slightly convoluted and long. He’d wait in quiet observation of what some would call, the “right time.”
      <Calder> Quietly gazed around the gathered from his backseat in the pine. Rising to all fours slowly, he would make his way into the clearing proper and giving enough space so that hopefully the others might hear him. “If I may, I would like to share a piece of lore, but only if the Alpha permits…”
      * Atraya ‘s ear turned in the direction of another voice. This one was deep and belonged to a male. It was not Kajika or her son and so she would pick up the temper and tone. Calder. She recalled the male desired to linger around the territory and quietly wondered if he happen to find what he was looking for. Regardless, it was a lore night, and it was a time to share a story or a piece of inner »»
      <Atraya> »» literature. It was something she extended to all, and so, she’d do so. “Please share, Calder.” her head turned in ‘his direction’.
      * Kova would be caught off guard slightly by Calder as he appeared out of the shadow. She would flick an ear to the brute as he announced his desire to share something. He was an elusive male and so, she could imagine his stories might be something of interest. So.. in the favor of interest she’d eagerly await what the male had to offer.

      <Calder> would be slow in his movements towards the gathered group as he walked closer, weighing what was offered by the pack before he dare to cast his voice to the gathered. He knew that he belonged not, but he also wouldn’t pass the opportunity to share a story, nae, a poem from the heart. One he felt perhaps the pack needed to hear. Some more than others. He began to offer his lore in the subtle timber and deep balk tones of his voice. (( This is him speaking the poem – The artist reading the poem is what Calders voice would sound like https://youtu.be/BRLX8y3uka0 )) “Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming wolves that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,’Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset, and the baths, Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’ we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.” would allow his tones to temper the mood of his shared lore. Perhaps a course of truth would be had within those words. The pack had a great deal of turmoil, tempted by the dark depths of a fate they knew not they held, but as he’s seen before, they would not yield and nor would he. He reclined back and would seat himself among the tree’s, allowing his lore to be received as it would. In hopes to inspire and offer light to the other sorrow-felt words and tones.

      * Fianna would glance at Calder in some surprise as the male moved forward, asking to share. Even as the surprise waned she’d find herself intrigued. What lore would he share? Would it be an answer to the request of a tale she’d asked of him a few days ago? She would listen, calming her questioning mind as his words would speak for themselves.
      * Fianna would take to heart the words, the voice which spoke them not detracting in the slightest to their import and validity, neigh the deep voice rather made the words arc through te gathering gloom in a way that seemed to cause each word to linger on in her mind. The tale was a true one, she thought, and it struck a chord within her that resounded with the struggles her pack had been dealt of late. She would not
      * Fianna yield either, though many times she’d felt on the Brink of doing so. She’d stamp her paw for Calder and offer a wave of her tail to him as he passed, making his way to settle a ways off again. She was glad he’d chosen to share. She would work her gaze around the other’s again, wondering who would brave the air next.
      <Fianna> (.. Nay* XD)
      * Kova found herself once more cast aloft in the lore of word and thought. Carefully she would pick apart the words and the meaning behind them. She felt her chest begin to fill with the lore of all shared. Each one special and each one tempering her heart to yearn for more and to learn from it as well. She offered a stomp of her paw in the wake of Calder’s words and lore. Her gaze now cast to those wolves still present, her heart yearning more.
      * Atraya shifted her paws against the stone. Old age had yet it’s honor, she thought. Much stirred within her, but it was thoughtfulness. The words, all of them, shared and given were all of noble note and she would give a stomp of her paw to Calder’s offered tale. “Thank you for sharing, Calder” her tones light and equal, perhaps keeping that light tempo to her own tune.
      <Rook> Death and time; the equalizers of all things. Save for his father and Ayaka, the mortal coil ended after the expanse of the later into the former. No amount of nobility or cause circumnavigated the finality of death save for memory. He, the wolf, had little care who Achilles was, but Achilles lived on if not for just a moment–the flicker of light in an otherwise limitless inkwell of
      <Rook> the cut»»
      <Rook> cont»» forgotten. He had to admit, Calder addition to lore night was fine indeed. Perhaps he had underestimated the other male? Still, darker hues clung to the words like soot to the chimney. His tales would be a tone-deaf addition at best.
      * Kova would look out across the gathered. She had been relaxed within the grasses, well enough to enjoy the woven words of all those who shared. Each striking a chourd and each plucking a new feather to be added to her cap. She looked to Rook for a moment and wondered curiously if he was to also add to the lore night. She admired his lore and much like his father, he spun it beautifully. Her tail »»
      <Kova> »» hushed across the grasses before stilling and allowed the peace of the night mixed with the thoughtful words shared sink in to all who would absorb it.
      * Atraya continued to ‘look’ out across the gathered allowing time to pass in silence and the words offered by all be shared among quiet thoughts. She felt her paws kneed the stone if only to feel its familiarity. She would continue to look out and see if there were others who desired to share but it wouldn’t be an obvious thing to her unless words were spoken. “Does anyone else desire to add to our Lore Night?”
      * Fianna would find her mind going back to her father, to Ayaka. What lore would they tell now? Should they be there to tell it? Oh how she wished to know what Aya was doing, how she fared, and lands her papa was now traversing. Her heart ached then, and she felt her muzzle drop to look at the earth at her paws. A long silence seemed to echo out after Calder spoke, as if no one had anything else to add. So she rose and
      * Fianna with a sigh, would offer quietly. “Ayaka offer many words of wisdom to me before she left. She told me her story, of the pack that took her in and taught her so much, a pack before ours. She told me of how they died.. Or many of them. She wanted to become a better, stronger fae than the one who ran away. And she did. She blossomed here under you, Alphess, with her sister’s. I know that wherever she is now,.. She
      * Fianna is doing what she must. I hope to be a strong as she is one day. And I miss her, I miss father, and because of that I will strive to grow as well.”
      * Fianna would shift her paws and settle back down, curling her tail around her. She’d had to offer at least some remnant of the ones not there into the night of wisdom and sharing.
      * Atraya an ear turned to Fianna now and when she spoke her head would give a knowing nod. A paw rose up and stomped the stone for Ayaka and Faolan. “They will always live on, breathe on, in our story and our memory, for as long as I have breath left to give. That is why these gatherings of lore, and of story shared among family and friends is important. So that their story will continue to be »»
      <Atraya> »» woven in all our threads. Of each of our stories…” her tones light and hopeful. It would be hard for her to sometimes feel that way with her mate among those tied to the veil of something greater then themselves, but she hoped. “Past, present and future… they are ours to keep and protect…”
      * Kova would feel the stretches of her mind try to finger across old dusty shelves laden with books. Ready to be plucked for the reading. When Fianna and Atraya spoke she was withdrawn out of her mind and into the present. Her eyes light as she looked to the two fae’s and gave a firm and knowing nod. She pictured herself firmly wraped around scrolls of knowledge and lore, protecting every inch of »»
      <Kova> »» their paper. Yes, she would ensure they lived on…always. Especially her sister and Faolan.
      <Calder> Listened to the recant of thought and emotion from the wolves who offered it. He remained quietly seated in the back near the timber pines. He took note and observed all who were present and those shared words. He knew not of what happened to Ayaka or Faolan, but it sounded as though they too were lost to the Morrigans last tendrils of shadows. A fate which brought a frown upon his face.
      * Rook would rise to his paws to offer a few words on his observations, but wisdom made him think the better of his choice. There was an ichor here that clung thickly upon the pages of tales that were not ready to be heard or shared. It was best to let them languish if languish they must. He felt sorrow for them, not for his father or Ayaka. Nuggets of wisdom or happy tales in languid
      * Rook pools of cut»»
      <Rook> cont»» sadness just did not sit well on his tongue. No, sometimes wisdom was in simply listening, and that is what he had done until the weight was a bit too heavy to cary any longer. Instead of speaking, he would quietly venture out towards his father’s knoll.
      * Atraya would give a gentle nod of her head. Somber tones of wisdom, thoughtfulness, even some sadness she would take it all in before offering a gentle stomp of her paw, seemingly ending the night of Lore. “Thank you all for sharing, I look forward to our next tale of tales to be shared” happy or sad, it was all woven into their lore and she too would garner what wisdom and knowledge.

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