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Pack Meeting – #221 The Northern Path

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Meeting Notes

March 28th, 2024

  • Cairdeas becomes a pack Pledge
  • Fianna and Cairdeas become adopted mother and daughter
  • Kova and Shakira become Spirit Sisters
  • Fianna, Calder and Shakira announce their journey northward
  • Fianna remains titled with Beta of WolfSpirits and now Steward of the North
  • Calder is named Steward of the North
  • Shakira is named Elder of WolfSpirits
  • Kaia becomes a Pledge
  • All training roles have been removed
  • Assessments have until the end of April 2024 to become active, otherwise they will be dropped back to visiting member with the chance to re-pledge when time allows

    @ApacheWolf
    @Kova
    @Fianna
    @Rook
    @Calder
    @Panther
    @Saskia
    @Shakira

      +Rowan +Faelcu +Grimolf +Mysticrain

    Redwing, Leora, Cairdeas, Kaia, Maeve , Snarls

    Pack Meeting Begins

    Beginning Meeting on Discord

    * Kova as the wolves of WolfSpirits would gather in their numbers she’d feel the pulse of each beat and warmth of bodies shared in the collective. How subtle that feeling was, yet how heavy it felt as she knew knew what was to come.

    “It is time” she whispered to Rook. Giving her mate a gentle nuzzle, she made her way to the Alpha stone and leaping gingerly to the back and slowly walking up it. Her shoulder and frame still sore from the hunt but her stomach was full.

    She lifted her muzzle and let loose a low, deep howl. A gathering. Her tone a little different this time. Low, soft, but truly heartfelt.

     

    * Leora as she would be unaware of her ninny-headed brother coming up behind her, he’d have the element of surprise! She would EPPPPP!! But do her very best not to spat out the two stones she collected! She spun around, fur on end like a cat as she glared at her brother! “himmmm-eee!” she muffled before pawing the air at him. He was saved by the bell, mhmm! Kova’s howl reached her and so she turned and started off in that direction, but not before shoulder-bumping Redwing!

    * Calder there was much to observe and much to feel, but for now the call was made and he would heed it. He would nose Fianna and remain seated beside her and Rook and only if she moved, he would follow. The trinket and token would be kept close and secure and if they moved he’d gingerly move it along to.

    * Cairdeas It seemed the conversation with Rook was to be continued and a quiet dip of his dome offered in response to Kaia. He would motion with his dome for those who wanted to follow, granted his ‘Perfect spot,’ had not been snatched. :wolfteehee: He would seat himself silently and await his turn to proudly stand before his family, one day he could call them pack. That was his hope and dream.

    * Rook would dip his nose to his mate as she whispered to him of the timing. “Greetings will wait until after the meeting, if fate allows. Come, Cairdeas. You can sit by me and help keep this token from my sister safe.” It would be a monumental task to a younger wolf, but Cairdeas could likely take and handle the fossilized tusk easily enough. The distance in which to carry it was also minimal, because he likened to sit among the others rather than behind or in front of. He, like the others, would listen to his mate’s call…the sounding of an ending and of a beginning.

    * Faelcu A howl from the Alphess made Faelcu slowly blink. It was as if her response was delayed to calling as it took her a minute to get up. When she did, she dropped to a stretch and heard soft pops from her stiff back. Faelcu then padded towards the stone, glancing between all the wolves currently in the clearing. There were so many, and it made her feel a bit nervous. Faelcu would sit a fair few yards away from the stone. Close enough to hear, but intentionally not particularly close to anyone. Nae, she didn’t quite want to sit close to anyone currently when there were a fair amount of wolves she hadn’t met yet that were here.

    * Panther Panther had missed his mate, that much was true. He could only express his affection through his gaze, considering they hadn’t reached each other yet. Quickly he would’ve crashed his crown into hers, the friction settling into his frame. He closed his gaze, and his tail swayed behind him. His heart was sated for now, and he’d slowly pull his crown from hers. Panther was restless, but he’d settle on his haunches for the time being. Unlike his mate, he was unaware. “I’ve missed you, my dear.” A quiet offering of love and affection danced across the air, he would’ve nuzzled into her frame, imparting his scent across her frame. However, their time together didn’t last long, and Panther was back up upon his paws. His ears perked to the howl, and he would’ve likely made his way towards the stone alongside his mate, finding a nice spot to listen.

    * Shakira The call of the Alpha would quicken her pace, the urge to heed the call an instinct that flowed as thick as blood through her veins, the treeline swiftly coming into view as she broke into the open at a quick lope, her gaze taking in what she could see of the Clearing though her pace would be unhindered. When the Alphas Rock would come into view, she would find a spot at the back of the gathered, her heart full to see quite the number of wolves heeding the call of a meeting this time.

    * Redwing He’d give a little strut to his apparent rouse being successful before that old lady with the moves called out for a meeting. Man, this was going to be fun…and maybe sad, but mostly fun. Tonight was the night he’d be off to find and earn his name. Then, and only then, would he be among the wolves of the Mean Oíche. Time to get on gettin’ on!

    * Kova as each wolf found their chosen place to seat her head dipped in a greeting now formal. “Met and well met, wolves of WolfSpirits. Thank you for being here this evening.” she began as her eyes scanned the wolves now present and maybe those yet to join. “I would like to start the night off by calling those who have requested to join, or wish to do so, to come forward please.”

    * Leora she would give a :wolfpog: expression to Redwing then after she would find the collective wolves. Wow, so many! She wondered what the big-doings were going to be this night. She would hold her stones though and as she scanned the wolves, she saw several she huff/chuffed a greeting to with her mouth full. She’d pad to her brother, Rook, first and seat herself beside him. She eyed Redwing…. A look saying “get over here!”

    * Rowan It was likely she was close enough to the Clearing by now to hear the call, however faint it seemed to her. She sighed, just when she thought of slowing down. She pushed herself, and when the trees came into view she’d enter them. Racing through the trees, and jumping across the stream. She entered, finally, into the Clearing proper. She hummed softly, hearing the last bit of Kova’s offered words. Approaching the stone, she would sit wherever an open spot seemed to be.

    * Cairdeas had begun to leave to his perfect spot however as Rook asked for help he was glad to oblige. He would only nod not wanting to interupt but he held the fossilized tusk proudly for the Lore Master. He felt rather special at the moment even though he had no idea what the object was he was holding. It was the fact Rook entrusted him to hold onto it. However not long after he picked it up he set it back at Rook’s paws, “I must go up,” he said very quietly raising his form and slowly padding up towards the front. He could not remember ever being in front of the pack, the only other time was when he was two months old. It was a bit more nerve wracking than he anticipated but he went. It was time to show Fianna he meant what he said.

    * Fianna She settled amongst the others, enjoying the time at their sides to be what it was, running out, and rather than be up front she preferred the pack around her for as long she had it. She listened to the words, spotting Leora and Redwing arrive along with Rowan and Shakira. She felt her tail swing and her heart thump in time to each name as they repeat within her like a song. When Cairdeas moved up to the stone, Fianna sat a bit taller, proud of him and this step, a big one for a yearling. She watched with eyes gleaming and leaned into Calder.

    * Faelcu Those who have requested to join… She repeated those words in her head. I suppose that means more walking for me. If the alphess was calling upon wolves who already pledged/were going to, then Faelcu would reluctantly stand up after just settling down to listen to the meeting. She padded on closer to the stone, perhaps nodding her head to Kaia and Cairdeas as she passed by the two. It was more polite to at least acknowledge those two who decided to show her random kindness. Her paws eventually halted once she stood a few feet away from the stone. She looked up at the alphess, keeping a neutral expression to hide her nerves. Perhaps she’d also cast a small glance to Cairdeas who also appeared to walk up to the stone as well?

    * Redwing Well…here’s my strut do-do-do. Struttin’ my way on over to you! He’d hear Kova’s call for those who wished to join to come on up, but he had no wish to bid $1 Bob. Besides, how was he supposed to know how much that vanity and banquet table combo was worth? Instead, he’d make his way over to Leora and sit back on his haunches to impatiently wait the timing of all things.

    * Kova her eyes scanned the wolves who where present. Those who where of pack and those who sought a journey in some form or another. Cairdeas would be the first to heed her call and when no others joined, she dipped her head. She’d not be surprised and was happy to see the young wolf make his way on a path pledged by others. When no others came forward, she looked down. “Cairdeas.” she began. “Your story began here in WolfSpirits and it’s current path. Nearly a year already, this is a milestone to welcome you to pledge, and pledge you seek. Pledging to WolfSpirits is a time to know your heart and to ensure that this is the pack you desire to join. Are you willing to continue to learn the ways and rules of WolfSpirits, but most of all, know this is truly to be your home?

    * Saskia he depths clearing, was a howl. A call to gather, and one she knew to belong to no other than Kova. She answered the summon with a quick rise, moving a few hundred feet towards the stone. Reclining at it’s base but a few paces back, she and her mate would be, along with Kaia if she intended to follow. She smiled in the fae’s direction and offered a silent greeting. When Kova asked for the pledge of those who wished to be woven within their folds, she glanced around. Cairdeas was one of the first she noticed and it was not surprise. He was growing quickly, surrounded by strong and true influences. She hummed approvingly and turned to see another fae. This was the scent she’d found earlier. Inquisitively, she offered her stares to the fae. Who was she? She made mental note to introduce herself after the meeting. For now – the task at hand.

    * Rook would only dip his nose to the lad before he placed his right front paw atop the tusk. What could he say in the moment that a quiet knowing smile could not? Tonight was about journeys; journeys would end and journeys would begin here.

    * Leora she watched her brothers antics and swishing rump of a strut and well… she almost snickered aloud. Ohfh! How rude that would’ve been! She would lower the stones between her paws and quickly hide them from view. When that was done, she nudged Anfir’s shoulder then watched the proceedings.

     

    * Kaia would follow her it was nice to have people she knew here and so she’d walk beside saskia, the fae had wished to speak to her before her departure which would likely come this night or with the warmth of dawn, she’d seen panther before but did not yet know him by name she’d give a small eyes open not to him by way of silent introduction she didn’t wish to cause any disturbance during the meeting as a way of showing her respect to the wolves who knew this place to be home.

    * Cairdeas nodded to Faelcu who had joined him in front of the pack and hopefuls as well. He would look out across the sea of faces raising his dome high, “I call you my family,” he started in response,* “only home I have ever known but I wish to give back and call my family pack proudly one day.” He hoped this was acceptable as he had been showing his willingness to learn through his barrage of questions and curiosities. His dome would lower showing he had said his peace.

    * Kova when the young wolf would offer his words of trust and promise to see to a new journey she smiled. His words true and of heart. As all lay witness to the young wolf’s vow and first pledge I would like to have the honor tonight to welcome Cairdeas… WolfSpirits Pledge! ” she would stomp her paw and smile. “Cairdeas, you may now introduce yourself as such to any and all you meet.”

     

    * Calder when Cairdeas approached and would pledge himself he would smile lightly. Knowing the lad had grown into the pack well, he was proud to see him follow in the steps before him and those before him, to. He stomped his paw for the young wolf. Growing so big…

    * Panther Kaia was familiar, but also unfamiliar in name. He hadn’t greeted her, or he didn’t recall greeting her. Would she follow the mated pair? If so, he’d dip his head to her, but he wouldn’t offer words. He was focused on sitting with his mate, and listening to the meeting. It seemed Kaia chose to follow, and he’d acknowledge this with a nod. He would introduce himself later, especially since this fae seemed to know his mate. However, when asked to step forward, he’d notice Cairdeas first and foremost. A silent gaze fell upon the yearling, reminding him of Ragaire and how she had pledged herself when she was younger. Forcefully, he looked back to Kova, stomping his paw for the young male.

    * Leora she would look to the proceedings and Cairdeas was first up. When he pledged himself she would remain neutral. She’d not forgotten their little ‘deal’, nor his need to prove himself of trust to her. Time! Yes, time. Now there’d be more of it and with sincerety, she hoped. She stomped her paw lightly for him before ensuring none of her stones got loose.

    * Maeve It’d been a hot minute since this young fae had been able to shake the dust off and get back to existing. She’d likely missed much in the recent days, including most recently perhaps a call for a meeting! Something in her bones shook her from her pseudo-hibernation, as though perhaps her rival was advancing without her! That couldn’t be so, could it? Not one to be outdone, or at least to miss such a historic event, she’d begin shaking her pelt free of debris and dust, trotting north toward the clearing and the Alpha’s stone to join those gathered! While some might stomp for joy, it’d be a song of congradulations that’d herald her arrival and one that she’d lend her own voice to. Did she know the content of the meeting already? Mmm perhaps not, but congradulations anyway Cairdeas!

    * Saskia Stamp, stampity, stamp! Saskia would not miss out on a chance to gleefully stamp her paw for the yearling who she’s known since he first entered this realm. She offered a wide smile, happy the wolf was continuing his journey with the pack.

    * Shakira Seated at the back, she would only hear the names of those called and here the name of Cairdeas. When the Alpha proclaimed him the packs newest Pledge, she would lift her muzzle and howl her congratulations as was customary, happy to see one of the young choosing to remain with the pack.

     

    * Faelcu watched as the young Cairdeas pledged to the pack. It made her think back to her last conversation with him. So he asked me how it felt to pledge because he was going to do so… Her ear flicked as the pack seemed to stomp their paws for him in congrats. She’d do so as well out of respect. It was something she wasn’t used to as in her previous pack, the wolves mainly celebrated with howls rather than stomps. Though she was old, that didn’t mean she couldn’t adapt! She’d make sure to remember this for whenever another meeting happened and a new wolf pledged. That way, she could continue to congratulate others like the pack has done.

    * Anfir Huh, that little dork was pledging himself to the pack huh? It felt like yesterday that he was meeting a little runt he had half an inkling to scare. Now, the world was getting older, and the scarier things were yet to come. He trusted the once runt and still dork could handle himself well enough now. Now, what was he suppose to do here? Paw stamp? Yeah, that was it… one paw stamp for one dork coming right up!

    * Kaias paw joined the chorus of thumps her eyes hadn’t strayed from cairdeas throughout the meeting. She’d sit just a little way from panther and saskia encase the pair wished to only be together though she was greatful for the invitation she did not wish to interrupt them. More than anything she wanted to sit with faelcu, it was ridiculous and she knew it enfant the older fae likely thought kaia quite pushy she thought, but still she wanted to atleast tell the fae she was leaving… perhaps faelcu would prefer to be left alone? She did not know but it could wait till the end of the meeting atleast

    * Rook would let the tusk lay even on the ground before he too gave a paw stamp for Cairdeas and his decision to grow further within the pack.

    * Fianna would feel emotional enough already but to see growth within the pack she always felt it rise – this one was her adopted son heightened the sensation perhaps but she would rise and stomp a paw along with the others to see and acknowledge him along his chosen path. A new beginning for him as well. She wouldn’t be unaware of the new fae’s and had spoken with one of them, the other, perhaps she would get a chance.. perhaps not. When Kova beckoned her on up beside Cairdeas she murr and her tail would wag as she knew what came. She moved gracefully on up to stand beside Cairdeas and nosed him once, her eyes knowing and thoughtful before looking to Kova and giving a nod of respect and acknowledgment.

    * Rowan A smile reached her muzzle, Cairdeas had stepped forward and pledged himself. It seemed Cairdeas wished to remain the pack, and for that she was grateful. She stamped her paw into the ground, however mushy it may be with the snow thaw. Her tail swayed behind her, until she heard Fianna’s name called, she looked to the fae. Faelcu’s presence was also noticed, as was Shakira’s. However, she kept her eyes on the meeting and all it offered.

    * Cairdeas turned to Kova and he dipped his dome quietly he would continue to stand there for a bit unsure if he was supposed to head back, his legs felt heavy as if bones lead. ‘Remain here?’ He began to shake a bit continuing to look about those sea of faces. He had no idea what was happening. His muscles relaxed as Fianna joined him at the front. His shaking calmed as well and his dome tilted.

    * Kova when her sister would approach the stone from her seated place, she smiled and began. “Fianna, you have been a mother of this pack for many seasons. This last season, we saw joy, renewal, but struggle and loss of presence for those who where without their mother. You took them in and cared for them as your own and for that this pack will always be indebted.” she began firstly said before continuing. “You are called before this stone and before the pack for you have requested to become spirit mother to Cairdeas, and you, Cairdeas son by spirit to Fianna. I would like to ask each of you to please share with the pack why you wish this to be named.”

    * Fianna She would lift her head as Kova asked and took the moment to lead by example, going first and taking care with her words. She looked down to Cairdeas as she spoke, then out to those gathered before looking to Kova as well. “When Cairdeas and his siblings pups lost their I took responsibility for them, being in a situation and seeing the need to do so. The love of a mother to a young one comes in a rush sometimes, but sometimes it falls softly and without true awareness at first. Responsibility came first, duty to life and to pack, but then came love, deep and abiding as I saw Cairdeas rise from his trials and charge ahead. His nature shone, and he, perhaps more than some, needed me and wished for a bond. My love for him is that of deep kinship and so it will always be. To wish him the best, to nurture his growth, and to see to his future. He is my son, as much as he can be, and I wished it to be so in the eyes of the pack as well.” She nosed him softly, eyes shining.

    * Cairdeas caught off guard just would speak from his heart. Nervousness broke the surface once more, this was great news. He took in a deep breath, “I felt alone, abandoned,” he stated shifting his gaze low, “Fianna, my only mother, show me love and take me in. I would never be standing here now without her love and direction.” A small whine may have escaped his vocals upon finishing knowing what was happening later. Most might mistake it for a whine of happiness but it was really a bittersweet one. To Fianna’s words his orbs widened a bit and he felt calmer once more, she always knew just how to put him at ease. A true mother to him, not just in spirit but in truth.

    * Saskia When Fianna was called forth, Saskia watched curiously. When the intentions were revealed, Saskia felt an instantaneous moment of nausea wash over her. She swallowed what felt like a rock in her throat before listening intently, pressing her flank into her mate’s own for support. This moment was of no surprise to Saskia but to hear it aloud was something she didn’t prepare for. Emotions washed over her; mostly hapiness. She understood the hardships of losing a mother, though not as young, she understood. They needn’t a title for the pack to see it true, Saskia thought. Saskia ushered her inner strength to stomp her paw firmly into the ground, knowing true and well the honor to have the Beta as a mother. She only hoped Cairdeas would continue his train of good and uphold that bond – from her own experiences.

    * Maeve While she might not have heard the full details on the pledging, she’d have been able to sit in and listen to the proceedings of a bond of spirit-motherhood for Fianna and Cairdeas. To her, Cairdeas had long been her little brother, so she might wonder at the purpose of such an announcement here. Yet even as she wonders she can’t help but feel a joy bubbling in her little heart. Perhaps that was part of it? An opportunity to know the loving bond of kin, spoken in words to be felt and shared? At the words offered and shared and in an effort not to loudly interrupt such sweet and bittersweet words she’d give an encouraging double stamp of her forward paws as she’d settle into a seat within those gathered. She might not know what day it is, or what’s been going on until now, but she was here and proud to support her mother and brother!

    * Faelcu Perhaps in a fit of awkwardness, the old fae would take three steps back from the stone, sitting down. She peered behind her as Kova called over a somewhat familiar name to her. Had she met Fianna before? Her scent was familiar, too, but she didn’t recognize the fae by appearance. She remained silent as Fianna was called over to become the young lad’s… Spirit mother? The black furred fae was left with a few questions. She thought the two were already mother and son from what Cairdeas had told her. It kept on growing more apparent that this pack was so much more different from her past two, and it left her feeling a bit lost. Still, she showed both wolves respect by sitting in silence as they took their turns to speak. Faelcu decided to save all of her questions after the meeting.

    * Kaia If wolves cried tears to express emotion then kaia would have wept silently seeing this testimony of kinship, as it stoop she watched her eyes glazed over, not a family born to but one found Perhaps what she wanted did not lie in a life of solitude… ‘but you already knew that didn’t you?’ She thought, she had missed the moment to pledge she could see that much and she was here for him not for her own selfish desires. So she smiled her gentle gaze watching cairdeas.

    * Rook To this news, he would offer his voice and beckon the Song to bear witness to the naming of a nephew. It was a surprise to hear it be said so, but it was a good surprise and one worthy of the levity and happiness behind it. This was certainly a night of many emotions.

    * Cairdeas As Fianna was called to the stone and Shakira was called forward, though legs felt weighty he quickly ran back to Rook. Cairdeas did not think it would be that scary standing before everyone. He mirrored Rook and placed a paw on the fossilized tusk. He looked up to Rook a silent question held in his gaze as he haunched himself next to him.

    * Snarls had departed the fountain of passing for little had been seen and the rumble of an empty belly bellowed for fulfillment. It had taken a few weeks to replenish the empty hole, satified she’d moved further south before once again having climbed the range that separated the pack’s lands, if indeed it was a full pack. The winds played tricks on her perhaps for a faint howl teased her ears. With what light was left of the day she crept between the peaks still beyond the pack’s lands. In time, spotting small dots moving about in an open expanse, too distant to discern much. Laying low, she simply observed. Most the ants were unmoving it seemed, though now and again, one would move as if exchanging places? her head tilting in curiosity remaining well hidden within the bramble and shrubs, a shadow within shadows.

    * Shakira She would hear the naming of a Spirit Mother and Son and lift her voice once more, her tail swaying in earnest for her friend and packmate and her newly named kin. When Kova would call her forward, she would feel a wolven smile part her muzzle as she stood and moved to stand beside her Alpha and long time friend, offering a playful nosing and bump to her shoulder as she would look to her and then to Fianna.

    * Anfir Had no one else caught that old lady making her way up to the stone among the others? We’re in Walmart Grandma, not the dime store! The milk…no, grams. The milk is in aisle 10 by the boxed wine! He was about to go and held the old lady , Faelcu, out when she managed to find her way back to the rest of the group. Man, that was awkward. Now, what was this about Cairdeas also being named Fianna’s son? How does that work, he wondered? Would that make him dork-in-law or a half-dweeb? Family trees were weird.

    * Panther Fianna was Stick’s spirit mother now? How fitting. Though, he was somewhat surprised, he figured this was coming. Cairdeas had grown rather close with Fianna, a wayward glance would be offered to Calder. Did Calder think the same, he wondered. Panther sighed, and looked towards Saskia, nosing her gently and offering his support. Regardless, Panther would offer a stomp of his paw. Now, a curious glance would settle on Kova again. A quiet glance would be offered to Shakira. A head tilt, and then perked ears. What would happen now? He wondered, as Fianna rose to take Kova’s position on the stone and Kova at the base beside Shakira.

    * Faelcu Out of respect, Faelcu would stomp her paw once more after the pair was named spirit mother and spirit son. She may have shuffled back a bit further after that, and her attention would then turn to a new name being called up. She looked over at the golden pelted fae who had walked up to the stone. There were still more wolves to talk to, it appeared. No more stalking around the edge of the territory for now, seeing as Faelcu really had to work on talking to others more. Like before, she’d give her full attention towards the meeting as it appeared that Fianna was about to speak once more.

    * Fianna She would dip her head deeply and gratefully to the bonds acknowledged and now witnessed and accepted by the pack. She nosed Cairdeas and licked his muzzle before he’d turn to settle back by Rook. When Kova asked her to remain she would nod and rise to stand beside Kova on the rock momentarily before Kova moved off to stand beside Shakira. Ahhh, hers was not the only request. She felt her tail sway in rhythm as she looked between them. “In this moment, at this time before the pack do the two of you wish to share any words?” She glanced at Kova for confirmation of this moment before she would add, “of a spirit bond, and the love that connects you.”

    * Kova when the tawny fae of stunning light and earthen hues approached she felt her heart beat. She grinned equally so and nuzzle bumped her happily back. Admiration and pride welled there. A long breath was given before she’d start. She looked up to Fianna and smiled. “Just as you have requested your spirit bond with Cairdeas, Aye, I now seek the blessing of you and the pack to allow me the same.” she turned to Shakira and nosed her warmly. “Allow me to now share my heart and why.” She turned back to face the other wolves. “Shakira and I have forged a bond through many years. She’s taught me, shown me, and allowed me to grow in the areas of the hunt and I would not be the skilled huntress I am without her. The hunt, however, is just part of why I am here.” she turned back to Fianna. “I wish to seek to become spirit sisters with Shakira, for though we are not bonded by blood, our spirit is forever bound and together. Until my last breath and beyond, we will be Sisters.”

    * Cairdeas calmed and watched Shakira and Kova bump like chums. It was easier to calm seeing the antics in front go on. It reminded him of Maeve and Ceol, how good friends and siblings they had become. As he thought, he noticed Maeve’s scent, she was here? He would have to see her after the meeting if he could find her. He waited quietly watching another spirit bond! He would watch quietly, this was a glorious meeting so far.

    * Calder his eyes would go from one to the other. When Fianna and Cairdeas’ bond where made, he would’ve lifted his muzzle and howled alongside Shakira. The proceedings continued and his tail waved to the next of pair. His eyes fell to Shakira and Kova. He smiled inwardly and continued to observe. If Panther happened to glance his way at the moment of the naming son and mother, he was content in the acceptance and support of it.

    * Leora oh my, oh me, oh me oh my! So much happenign! One might wonder how one even keeps up with so many behind-the-spirits-wolves-typin. She would swing her trail and gruuuruuu for Fianna and Cairdeas. She was happy for her sister and she hoped the young wolf would find his own in both pledge and family. If Maeve was nearby she might also peer in that direction?? Where had her niece been!?

    * Rook quieted and listened as the meeting moved ever on. If Cairdeas sought an answer in Rook’s eyes, it was not forthcoming. Was he looking for affirmation of a choice and decision that was not Rook’s? Was he looking for the Lore Master to twist fate so that the blood of the youngster was his blood kin, the Mean Oíche? The lad had time to learn the lessons therein. For now, his eyes and attention remained upon the stone and those who gave themselves to what it represented.

    * Saskia Upon the admittance of a sisterly bond between Shakira and Kova, Saskia smiled. She couldn’t help but he reminded of another in this moment. She wondered where Rune was and if she was well. Her gaze shifted to the northern forest and then back to the front of the clearing. She would stamp her paw, glad to see kinship set in stone.

    * Maeve had indeed been perhaps hidden amongst those gathered and as Cairdeas settled near the lore master the youngster would head over to give her little brother a proud but quiet greeting, not wishing to interrupt the meeting’s proceedings! In traditionally sisterly fashion she’d have a go of chomping at his ears, though her ‘attack’ would be subdued, mixed with affectionate licks to his cranium! She missed the little fella, and was clearly proud of his progress in all these meetingly-stuff!

     

    * Shakira She would await the Alpha to speak first as rank and respect called for, and She would feel her heart soar as she looked to the silvery she-wolf with her own profound admiration, emotion clogging her throat as she swallowed several times before speaking her own heart aloud. “Likewise, I would not know the strength within myself if I’d not been gifted the chance to know Kova, little would I have known how bleak my life would have been without her strength and resilience through trials and strife. She has been a beacon and a solid foundation not only as my Alpha, but as my friend, and as the sister I never had in blood. I wish for all to know and see the bond that is shared through time and through dedication, love and hardship, and I wish to be bound in Spirit to my Alpha and my sister; now and forever.” She said as her chest puffed, her gaze holding steady on Kova before taking in those gathered and Fianna atop the stone.

    * Snarls rested her muzzle between her outstretched front paws as she observed the ants, the shadows of the day deepening making it more difficult to keep tabs on the movements. She was coming to realization her initial assessment was this was a full pack, perhaps larger even than she’d thought. No, she would remain outside and continue to observe without intruding upon lands not her own wherein she’d grown from a pudgy fluffball into a grizzled fae appearing far older than she was. She knew well enough twas not the time of year for a solitary fae to wander uncerimoniously into anothers lands. A death wish she did not have.

    * Cairdeas had realized in his question was pride but not the good kind, in this case he had averted his gaze after a moment. He did have some questions that were not as selfish pride but they also were not urgent. Seemed the young one realized only he could answer the question that sought validation in Rook momentarily. For now he too had put his attention where it should be, to the bonds of two, one he did not know well but had begun with his own barrage of questions and the Alpha whom he knew since he was a very young pup. To the words offered by both he felt a pull and he was becoming emotional. He would attempt to keep those emotions in check however he would stamp a paw in approval.

    * Fianna She would feel the swell of truth and emotion behind the words offered and her tail swayed as she nodded to them. “Deep are the words felt, and true is the bond made. As Beta, and in Kova’s stead, I am honored to name you both Spirit Sisters and to acknowledge it so before the pack.” She would lift her voice in a brief but heartfelt howl for them both and to the joy the night had brung so far!

    * Rook Just as he had before, he would offer his note to the Song and beckon it forth to bear witness to more naming of kin. Dedication and shared memory had made what blood and fate had not. What finer a thing could be witnessed than that?

    * Kova When their bond would be sealed before the pack and through their shared spirits, she smiled and stomped her paw then offered her voice to the sky. A low, soft howl would proceed and she would briskly nuzzle Shakira with a fondness shared between the two. “Sister” she said with equal measured tones. She would allow these happy moments to linger before turning and making her way back to the stone, but not before giving her sister one more nuzzle. Rising to ascend the stone she’d greet Fianna with a warm nuzzle in kind. For both this bond and hers to Cairdeas. As the moment would soften with tones and voices, she’d offer up another note for the meeting’s agenda.

    “Another shorter announcement (sending a few to ⁠#ooc ); Those wolves who have held a training role are no longer training.” she glanced to the wolves present. “Moving forward, we will discuss training roles for the future, but as of now, the training has been sparse with short activity.” she’d say simply and lightly. It wasn’t a light matter, but it was light enough that it was a note to mention.

    The next part would be heavy, so she’d allow a few moments to pass with the lightness in their hearts still.

     

    * Saskia smiled lightly, her heart wincing as she remembered her spirit sister who was nowhere to be seen. She missed the fae. To the shorter announcements, she would nod to but offered no words or concerns.

    * Faelcu The old fae listened as Kova and Shakira offered their words of their bond with one another. When the pack’s beta named them spirit sisters and offered her voice, Faelcu would do the same this time. She lifted her head back, and howled low into the sky. It was a short howl, but one to congratulate them both. She then lowered her head back down. Focusing on the alphess as she mentioned something about training roles. Alas, the roles in this pack were more complicated than she thought.

    * Kaia had been dead still and silent, when others howled she thought of joining them though her own howl was unknown to them and likely unwelcome so she’d keep her silence she was still no pledge. She nearly sighed at kovas words she’d wished to sit in on cairdeases training perhaps that would no longer be an option, and in truth she felt perhaps now she needed training, she looked down at her paws. She was beggining to question all she had known about being a wolf simply from passing through this stage yet beautiful pack.

    * Anfir No more crusty old jibs on the roster, huh? Wooo, he’d likely have to step up his game when he returned. That would give folks like, grumplestiltskins an opportunity to tune up the old grumblengines and rev up ye ol’ broody bearings, because he’d be giving him and everyone else a run for their money. Wait…what was money? Why had this become a capitalistic sesspot of hornswogglery?

    * Kova gentle breaths reached her ears at the stone but she remained standing there firmly placed. She took a low breath if only to do her best to mentally prepare for the later bit of the meeting. Her eyes fell to Fianna, Calder, Rook, and then to Shakira. She would chuff…  “Fianna, Calder and Shakira, please come forward.”

    * Calder there would be so much going on and so much happening he would follow suit and carefully observe the others reactions. His paw gently pushed to the earth and when he was called forward he would gently pick up the token Rook had given to him. He bowed his head to Rook and knew he’d watch his token carefully while he slowly turned and would brush his shoulder to Fianna the moment they would come together. He’d look to Shakira, bow his head to the lead huntress, before looking back to Kova. He felt his heart begin to pound within his chest.

    * Cairdeas tilted his dome and looked up as three were called up, another spirit bond? He had no idea this was the announcement he dreaded… That aside he looked on curiously and optimistically…

    * Leora her bright eyes would follow the wolves and when Fianna announced new spirithoods, she gruuued and happily barkchuffed for Shakira and Kova! The moment lasted as long as it would until she turned to see Fianna, Calder and Shakira called forward. Her heart began to fall to her chest slightly and the anticipation of what she knew was coming, would come. She gently pressed her paws against the two stones (not knowing she needed three!).

    * Shakira She would lift her voice and release a deep and full howl that seemed to pull straight from her very soul, family they had always been and now they would be in spirit before those of the pack that knew and were there to know. A final nuzzle was given to her sister before she would wait for her to ascend the stone once more and then she would turn to find her own place once more with the gathered. Listening intently to the next words offered, she would look to those gathered, but would hold no judgement or ill will in her gaze. When her name was called once more, she would be surprised but would rise once more to come before her Alpha and now sister, a curious tilt to her head as she perhaps sensed melancholy tones, a dip of her head given to the mated pair that would come to stand with her as well.

    * Fianna She had yielded the stone back to Kova when the Alphess had returned but had settled at its base to remain present as Beta, ready and watchful. She listened to Kova’s words about those in training, then she felt the chords of the words of the beginning of the new. She took a deep breath and she would move out to stand beside Calder, and look toward Shakira as well, slightly surprised to this for she’d not have had the chance to speak much with the older fae. But perhaps… perhaps. She nodded and would look up to Kova, standing ready and seemingly calm. Would reach to give a brief sneak of a nuzzle to Shakira as well, her tail swinging once and eyes alight.*

    * Rook What had taken months to prepare, and for some to miss, was now taking mere moments to materialize. He was not one to soon depart, but he felt his own chest tighten and quicken to the impending news to be offered. This was what it must feel like to be born, he thought. The unknown, the terrible anxiety of what was ahead, and the ignorance of not knowing that you could never go back to what once was. He found himself wanting to rise to his paws but focusing upon the sole choice of remaining steadfast.

    *Grimolf An uneventful day for the grumpy ol’ brute that had been rather absent . Grim was heading back towards the Clearing noting that the was an ongoing event , a meeting or maybe even a hung perhaps He huffed deciding if he should even bother attending the thought of all those wolves . . . It would take the brute some time to reach the Stone especially with Grim taking his sweet time arriving

    * Kova When the three would approach the stone her nose would dip and her tones would be that of a serious nature with a well of emotion hidden behind. Her eyes fell to both her sisters now and then to Calder. How the burning in her heart could be felt, but a heat she stoked with compassion and understanding. She had to. “Tonight, we of WolfSpirits gather beneath the luminescent embrace of the moon and the gentle wind that carries breaths of old and new upon it, we stand together as one and as many. Generations come and gone, told and lived we remember. Tonight we shall remember the moments shared here and now for we must hold them close. We must embrace the moments we have for time will tick regardless of how well you are ready to see it’s sands slip. Tonight we are to honor three wolves who have chosen to embark on a journey not seen before in the pack.”

    Kova she took a moment to allow her words to become subtle and gentle to their ears before she continued. What she would follow would be heavy indeed. “Fianna, Calder and Shakira, you have forged a great path with WolfSpirits. Your strength, honor, spirit, and creed to this home has been unbroken ever since you’ve pledged yourselves to this home. You have honored Kovo, our matriarch well and she would be so proud.” she glanced to the wolves now present. “These three wolves will embark on a journey north. The lands as we know have become the foreground of strife, challenge, and danger for several years. It is lands that we’ve claimed only to a point and will now see a new steward. A new heir to the lands of not just WolfSpirits, but the lands claimed in past by Faolan, Alpha of WolfSpirits.” she turned then to Fianna and Calder.

    “Bonds of family are unbreakable. Though you part our home lands, this will not be the last we see of you, for you will always be welcome to WolfSpirits. As such, I would like the honor of naming you Fianna Beta of WolfSpirits, Steward of the North.” her hues fell to Calder. “Calder will also become Steward of the North along side his mate.” she now turned to the rest of the wolves. “I also invite and welcome new lands to be claimed in either name. WolfSpirits, or, in the forge of your own new path, Fianna and Calder, in the name as Alphas if that is your choice.” She turned to her sister, Shakira. “Shakira… you have been the matron of the hunt for as long as our past Lead huntress, Ayaka, had given her role to you to guard and uphold. The creed passed on. You have guarded, secured, taught, and sewn a great deal of knowledge, wisdom, and strength to many here to ensure our family survives. We are so honored and so proud to have had such a strong fae and wolfess at the lead of our hunts and hunters.” she’d pause only a moment before she’d continue.

    “Time ticks against all of us. The sands and pages turn well beyond our control, and such time passes affords us with change that we may find so forthcoming that one might not be able to keep their mantle. You have confided within me, Shakira, that you wish to pass your role forward. You are wolf of great things, and with that I would like to have the honor of naming you Shakira, Elder of WolfSpirits. Shakira, you will remain Elder of WolfSpirits and what path lay before you in the north with Fianna and Calder, I will leave to you.” she would dip her head to her sister as she remained still and true. Her eyes fell to the wolves before her.

    * Faelcu Faelcu watched as each wolf stepped forward. At this point, the meeting was starting to bore her a tad but she still kept her eyes forward and ears open to the words of Kova, even if she wasn’t being spoken to directly. Who knows, maybe something important will be announced. It was better to stay and listen than just walk away. Not unless you wanted to get scolded like a pup or worse.

    * Anfir It was at this point that he’d see the stones at Leora’s paws and would likely realize the symbology…the symbolisssssm. Did she not know that he too was going north? Woof, she was gonna be one sour grape! He’d nudge into her lightly and continue to listen…it wasn’t like he was going to be gone for very long. Go north, beat up some older wolves, come back with a name.

    * Kaia raised her head to listen, they were headed north? Her eyes moved to cairdeas, she knew how It felt to lose a family member, and though fianna was well that distance was not an easy thing, not for one so young. She dug her claws into the ground clearly thinking. Was what she wished to do right? Was now the right time? When else? Why not now, but she needed to think and to ensure should she move to her feet she was really ready to do so… to let them rest, maby to fade the red stain on her soul or rather spirit.

    * Grimolf Ears twitched the growing noises , it definitely sounded like an lively event . Grimolf crossed over one of the many hills throughout the Clearing ; his yellow orbs staring ahead at the Alpha’s Stone and its large gathering ; a meeting . Another huff , followed by a grimace just the type of an event the brute dreaded even if he could benefit from it. Would anyone notice the brute quietly approaching from the North ?

    * Cairdeas had barely gotten to know the Lead Huntress, he still had questions. She was going too? His heart felt heavy and his gaze dipped momentarily, now his sadness made sense to those who had wondered. He would stomp a paw regardless to show his support for the mission regardless how he felt. His gaze lifted confidently once more. He needed Fianna to know he was alright despite this temporary goodbye. It felt like an end emotionally as the time was indefinite. He felt his chest tighten but he would not whine or whimper anymore. It was time to show the strength instilled and prove the scared pup he once was, was gone. His heart was full and she and the group resided there deep inside his own. One day he would again get his chance to speak with Shakira, Calder and his mother once more, he held onto that. His emotions were felt but he would not let them out here.

    * Faelcu listened closely as some sort of journey was announced. A journey between three well respected wolves in the pack. Though, the fae had to admit that much of Kova’s words grew lost in translation to her. It was like being hit by a ram full of information. The price of being new to the pack was that many things were unknown to her. Though she didn’t know any of the three called up personally, she silently wished them a safe journey to the North. Not all words were lost to her, and the mention of strife and danger from the North would definitely raise concern.

    * Rook If a grump grumped grumpily in grumptown, would the grumples of grumptown grumpingly grump? No, likely not, but Grimolf now had a finite time in which to grump or not to grump as was the question. His mentor, Rook, was focused upon those being named stewards and caretakers of his father’s realm, now theirs. To each of their names and to each of their newfound roles, he would stomp his paw to the ground. They would go with his blessing.

    * Panther After Fianna and Cairdeas were bound in spirit, it seemed Kova and Shakira were next. That soothed Panther’s mind a lot, for a second Panther thought something else was happening. Panther remained beside his mate, audits perked and listening. Fianna, Calder, and Shakira? His head tilted once more, confused. Something else was happening.. but, what? Panther was unaware. He continued to listen, and watch as the mated pair and the lead huntress gathered. Another journey North? A light glimmer of curiosity rose to his green orbs. Wait, were Fianna and Calder going to return? If they were to be alphas, if that was their wish, in the new land?.. Panther was confused, so very confused. Until, lastly, Kova addressed Shakira. What was going on? Anxiety rose within him, especially as Kova continued. Pass on her rank? He didn’t even know the creed yet, he’d press his flank into his mate. Anxious, confused, but also curious. Shakira was named Elder of WolfSpirits, and he would honor that, but he also wanted to ask her something after the meeting.

     

    * Kova She would allow her words of many things awash over those present. The weight grew heavy as she did her best to hold confidence and strength in her voice. The pack and the travelers needed the support and she’d be there to deliver. Always.

    “As you stand at the threshold of this new beginning, I know that I do not stand alone in saying that love and wisdom, and the strength of the pack goes with you, always. You are the living testament to what it means to be a WolfSpirit. To be family.” her heart would begin to pound as she did her best to harden her resolve. She would see them again, yes, she would.

    “Venture forward and remember the essence of your spirit is with ours. We are connected by the invisible weave of our stories, and those threads of loyalty and affection will span beyond time itself. Journey true, journey well, and go with the name of WolfSpirits, and forge the path you will find, for you are never alone. Go with my word and those who remain to keep our promises true to the family we’ve vowed to protect. Once a WolfSpirit, always a WolfSpirit.” she’d usher the last statement from Kovo herself. A phrase uttered to those who left on their own journeys. For as long as they needed time, or, until their last breath.

    Her head tilted back and she’d let loose a low, long, heartfelt howl. A song that was meant for the ages. A monumental moment of sadness but strength. The pack was expanding well beyond and what new things awaited? There was much to come…. much to do…. and those who remained or went would soon know.

    * Mysticrain padding along her chosen path she approaches the clearing from the south west and when she reaches the treeline where she pauses she soon realizes a diffrence a Lot of other wolves are there. that in combination with the spring shed setting in might finaly allow iher to fullfil kova’s task. either way she better hop to it. pushiing into the open she heads north.

    * Saskia paws shuffled underneath her as she processed this new information. Three of the pack’s own was departing for the north yet how long was not specified. Why? They’d journeyed north before but the trip had been short. She looked between the trio, “How long will you be gone?..” She could only think of this question. Not of the honors of new roles or light of a new potential home. No – she could not look to that for solace, as the dark was too uncertain.

     

    * Kaia moved to her feet feeling a fool gor doing so she said nothing yet she had no desire to interrupt but she knew now what she wanted didn’t lie in the north if she left now she might never return and she wasn’t certain that was a risk she wished to take not now, but what to say? Or do?

    * Calder he would feel the web of many threads being tugged and pulled. He listened to Kova’s words and when they where done and a howl offered for their long journey, he’d lift his muzzle and howl. His tone a deep timber and a voice that would carry alongside the pack – together. He lowered his head and turned an ear to one who spoke. Saskia’s question found him and his head turned. He would not answer just yet.

    * Rowan She was present, for the most part. Some things peaked her curiosity, while other things she still listened to. She would need to train some more, that was for sure. Although, as the mated pair, and the lead huntress – her first mentor – was called forth, her yellow orbs returned to them and Kova. Confusion, but then recognition. They were to journey North, all of them. Then, she felt lost. She had meant to ask Fianna about training, but, she lost her chance. They were leaving. That was her own fault for not engaging, or asking when she could. She turned her gaze to Kova. She would’ve offered a stamp of her paw, but also a short howl for the huntress now Elder of WolfSpirits.

    * Anfir Would he catch a question in the midst of the howling? He could see Saskia’s mouth a movin’ but those howls were something loud and full. He’d wonder if anyone caught the actual words until Calder seemed to. Man, that dude’s senses were sharp. He’d have to learn a thing or two from him along the way…maybe earn some spidey senses!

    * Grimolf If no one noticed then that was more in the brute’s favour . Grim didn’t want any questions or stern gazes for being late ? Oh , well if he was late or not the brute was he so that must count . The scarred brute found a nice lonely spot amongst the crowd of wolves sitting down. Lip curled into a frown , he regarded everyone that was present ; his broody face expressing his true feelings .

    * Maeve had remained silent over the proceedings, staying close to Cairdeas’ side should he need her support. And while he was being rather brave she’d still brush her shoulder against his to let him know she was there for him. There were lots of questions that would await their parents, and hopefully a great many story to tell of the lands to the North. But she wouldn’t be outdone so easily. She’d just have to make sure to create plenty of stories of her own in the meantime. As the voices of the pack would rise, hers would join them. Unbroken by the emotion that threatened to choke the voice from her throat she’d stay steady. She was going to miss them dearly, but she wouldn’t be alone in that feeling

    * Snarls felt her ears twtich, again not sure she heard the sounds of a howl or the howl of the wind in the trees and upon the earth, the brambles twitching now and again yet remained unmoving enshrouded within the ever deepening shadows. Little ants moving in circles up and back.

    * Rook was keen on adding his own note to the Song once more. The occasion was momentous and the ause was great. His sister had given all that this pack needed of her and more. Now, it was time that they give to her the opportunity she yearned for and that called to her to fulfill. He did not catch the question amidst his own call, but perhaps he would when the Song dwindled.

    * Leora the page would still hold the dry ink of their announcement. She would take a deep breath and gently nose the stones closer to her frame before she would hear the howl. The howl of adventures that she, currently, was not to see fully through. She was given blessing to at least accompany them to as far north as she could go. She didn’t hear Saskia’s question either, but her eyes focused on those ahead of them.

    * Mysticrain even as she approaches she realizs something is up. then the howling makes it click, a meeting! is she too late again? worried she hurries her padfalls lowering her frame as she moves into hearing range and settles on the edge of the group

    * Kaia Kaia fell like an idiot standing up, she wouldn’t dare break the beautiful chorus of the packs howls with her own but she wished to ask kova if it was to late before the meeting was fully over.

    Was she certain she wanted to do this? There were so many unfamiliar wolves that could pose a threat was she certain?…

    .
    .
    .
    Yes

     

    * Fianna When the full import finally dropped and Kova’s declaration made real and more so..* really real,* Fianna felt her heart squeeze and words fail her. Thankfully for a long moment she did not have to speak. She stood there before and surrounded by pack, her mate at her side and knew not what would come. But she took a deep breath and joining in the howl, at last turned to regard everyone, looking to Kova, and then out to Rook and Leora, and Maeve, and Cairdeas.. even to Redwing, and then the rest of the pack meeting each one’s eyes before moving on. She looked out and once the howls died down she would dip her head before them all. “This is not goodbye. Not truly for in spirit I remain among you. It has been my joy to get to know you all, to walk among you and share your burdens, to see your triumphs and your growth, to see pain but also the strength to get through it. This and more I know in my heart that Kova and Rook together will see you all through what is to come, as Calder, Shakira and I .. and any other Kova chooses to send, venture forth to the lands of my father.” A thrill went through her at that. “I take with me a seedling, the promise of a tree that can withstand memory and trial, time and the ages and paths to come. Should any of you wish to make a quest forth someday to those lands to the North, think on what memories you may wish to bring with you, to place beside and beneath this tree of memory as it grows into something that binds us all together.” She then looked up to Kova, emotion full in her gaze. “You honor me more than words to offer us the name of Alpha to the lands to the North. And even as we may lay claim to that for those who find us there and wish to stay their paws – you will always be my alpha, and sister. I will follow you in heart and in memory for you are wise even beyond your years. I hope to steward those lands as well as you have these, and keep the name of Wolfspirits one it deserves, strong and resolute.”

    * Shakira She would feel the Alphas words and the weight as it spread between the wolves and settled not just on one but on all of those that would choose to stay true and uphold the pack, whether here or in a new land. When her request was spoken aloud by the she-wolf and her blessing extended, she would once more feel the emotion well in her as the mantle was lifted and a new one replaced it, a new title and a new journey ahead, but she would take it in stride as she had when she was first named a Huntress. Grateful for the journey ahead to not be in solitude but surrounded with family and pack, she would press her shoulder into Fianna if she was close enough in the semblance of a human reaching for a hand to hold.

    * Kova She would feel the well of emotion in song and note. Cherish these moments she will and she’d ensure to take as much knowledge with her and share equally in turn before the trio would head off. “Whatever you need, do not hesitate to ask before you depart.” she said to Calder, Shakira and Fianna. She’d allow them the moments they needed before she would look back to all the wolves. “Tonight has been an eventful meeting, one of emotion and strength. True strength. I am so proud of each of you…” she bowed her head lightly before she looked across the gathered. “Before I conclude this evening’s events, does any wish to come forward with words?”

     

    * Anfir He didn’t have words to share with everybody, but when it was quiet enough he’d whisper to Leora “pssst..ppsssssssssttt! I’m going north with them, but I’ll be back. Don’t get all sappy and sad, k?”

    * Kaia “I-” kaia stuttered ‘Idiot’ she thought then she bowed her head low lower than she ever had to any wolf she had mer here to kova and eyes still closed she said. Calming her tone and speaking in a softed tone “is it to late for one to pledge at this meeting?” Her claws were digging into the earth but after that outburst she kept her voice calm her eyes closed were perhaps more to hide her own expression as well as to show her respect

    * Leora she would listen to all unfold. Song, tones, whispers. She to didn’t seem to pick up poor Saskia’s question, but when the songs died she heard one. Her brother ninny head. When he announced he was going north, she narrowed her hues some — PFff! He didn’t tell her!? Well.. now she’s going to have to find another stone! That’s ok. We’ll find more! She nudged back into Redwing and whispered. “I’m going to! But only as far as the border… so neh!” she wasn’t going all the way, but there was a tinge of sadness he was goin to. Yes, she’d miss her dear brother. When Kaia seemed to step forward and project her voice to pledge, her tail thrummed softly.

    * Cairdeas would have stood deciding to stand, “I have something to say,” he would say out loud after Kaia’s question was asked and taking comfort in Maeve’s presence aside him. He would wait but wanted to make sure he was heard.*

    * Grimolf Such raw emotions, such a heartfelt song ! Too bad someone in the crowd didn’t have a clue or even come close to sharing such sentiments . Grimolf adverted his gaze staring off into the distance somehow he felt even more out of place that’s what he got for being late and Kova’s last sentence confirmed his assumption . Biiiigggg stretch , he flopped down onto his belly letting his head nonchalantly fall onto his paws . Grim felt himself yawn despite having a full night’s rest just a few more moments and he can depart from this meeting .

    * Faelcu Safe travels, she thought. Tonight was definitely an eventful one, and one that left her full of questions. At least she learned a few things, like the names of three of those unknown wolves she smelled before. It was a shame they were already planning to leave, but that was how life was sometimes. Faelcu kept quiet, her gaze falling to the side for a moment. Upon hearing that two wolves had things to add after the announcement, she perked her head and glanced up at them- Kaia and Cairdeas. The young lass is pledging? She thought Kaia was adamant on leaving for the North to set on her own journey, but it seemed that Faelcu was proved wrong.

    * Saskia Her question was not directly answered but it didn’t need to be. She inhaled sharply and then exhaled, a shaky breath escaping her tight chest. Her words whisper ‘See you soon’ but her eyes betray a heartfelt tune. Saskia knew not of Fianna’s desire to see to the north and it’s riches – not to the extent of this, at least. She felt herself inhaling more and more until she leaned into Panther’s shoulder, burying her face in his warmth. Was this a farewell veiled in a comforting lie? Kaia’s tones found her auds and she turned to see them. Perhaps that conversation after the meeting was not needed, afterall. While Saskia held no intentions in begging someone that didn’t possess the desire to stay, stay, she had a silent hope that words shared would at least have a sway. Was she wrong for that?

    * Kova she’d manage to hear and see Kaia rise up and approach. Admittedly, she would be a little suprised the fae would request such so soon, considering their previous conversations but there was a gleam within her eyes. A knowing spark. This… this is what it was to be of pack. Growing, forging, and building new. “Kaia… newest wolf of WolfSpirits.” she began. “As you stand before the pack you wish to pledge to, pledge you shall. It’s meaning and path forward is to know and ensure that this pack is truly your home and where you desire to call family. It is to know your heart and be true to it.” she said lightly. “Do you accept the path of pledge, and what it means to learn and grow with us as one of us?” she heard Cairdeas and gave the lad a nod before her hues fell to Kaia.

    * Rowan Did anyone have things to add? She sure didn’t. She felt her gaze shift, observing all the wolves at the meeting. Although, with all the emotions brewing inside her, she felt her gaze settle on Grimolf. It didn’t seem as though he saw her, good. She didn’t want him to notice she had been emotional over someone’s departure towards the North – granted, she hadn’t had an outburst like him, she was still rather confused. She closed her eyes, and forcefully looked away. He’s not there, and he certainly didn’t see you. Her eyes opened, she wanted to return to the Hollow. She almost wished she had stayed there. She focused on the meeting again, she watched as the unfamiliar fae stepped forth and pledged herself. Then, Cairdeas spoke up. Afterwards, Kova spoke too.

    * Maeve At the question, and subsequent response about pledging still to the pack, even on a bit of a tardy answer, her banner would begin to wave softly behind her. Posture indicating she too would be interested in doing as Cairdeas had, but she’d not jump the gun yet, interested to hear the response from Kaia, and also her little brother’s words he seemed to wish to offer. But maybe some intense eye contact would indicate she wanted to be on deck for after her brother!

    * Fianna When she had said all she had to say the words running dry Fianna would nuzzle Shakira, very happy indeed that the newly named elder would be traveling and even more hopefully, staying, with her and Calder. The quest was not hers alone, it was not for her mere desire, but to see the pack safe from the evil that continually came from the north. They would finish it to such an extent that she and Calder would remain there as a bastion, steward and outlook for any who wished to come from that way. And she would find what her father had left, and it would be theirs. She settled by Rook, and her sister Leora, and the unnamed brother, and all those around, and she listened, and tried to breathe.

    * Rook Fianna answered what questions might have been asked quietly or aloud; those with legs and a will could walk…they just didn’t as of late. Although that was fine in the best of times or the doldrums that often found their way across these lands, the tradewinds that were long promised blew, and the ship was gliding across that metaphorical sea once more. He could and would do nothing for the heartache and the momentum that followed this news other than forge on. The news of Shakira leaving was news to him, however. It left a fairly sizeable gap in the ranks, but such had been the case before his father took and shaped that mantle. It could be done again, and the work to see that the young were trained had been fruitful for those young that were present. The need no longer outweighed the role. When his sister drew near, he would stomp his paw once more. “Well done, bear. We will meet again when the north is ready for the seedling. On that day, I will greet you and name you father’s heir. I have told Calder of the warning, and our brother knows and has seen the realm you now go to.”

    * Cairdeas stood where he was and inhaled a breath to calm him. It was time to say goodbye to the trio and show that he was ready to embrace change, “My heart hurts but equally I know it will remain full. Rook taught me memories are stronger than all else and you, especially Fianna are unforgettable. I promise to grow and live on in your absence till again we meet.” He would seat himself once more once words were said.

    * Anfir She was going north too? What the deuce?! What a bamboozler! “Well, then…mleh! :wolf_bratty_TFM: I’m going a little farther, but I shouldn’t be long. I gotta find a name before I can come back to make you stinkin’ jealous…and maybe proud.”

    * Grimolf Rowan would be spared Grimolf’s typical moody behaviour with the brute just staring on ahead no longer interested in checking out the remaining members attending the meeting . Grim despise his rather nasty expression wasn’t doing anything disruptive just attentively listening to the meeting with a couple of sentences causing his brow to raise . More talk of the North could this be the topic that the meeting was based on ? Then , why was everyone so emotional . . . That’s when the brute pieced it together: they were preparing to leave for the North .

    * Kaia would not interrupt his goodbye of all people cairdeas was a large part of the reason she was staying, then she’d raise her head to meet kovas gaze, she knew it was right for her.

    She knew deep down she was not going to the north to live, but to join the rest of her pack burrief beneath the snow, but she wanted more than anything to live and so she’d beg for their forgiveness and join them in time but for now she looked up to kova and said.

    “I do accept this path”

    * Kova when the fae would offer her pledge she’d stomp her paw to the stone. “Then all who stand near and before you, know that you’re pledge is made whole and your journey to joining us now made known, I welcome you Kaia, pledge of WolfSpirits.” she’d then turn her eyes to Cairdeas, dipping her head to the pledge to speak but it seems he added his tones before she’d invite him to do so. She would shift her eyes at him and make a mental note to remind him of proceedings but she’d not blame him for wanting to share. A nod was given before she turned back to all. “Thank you each and everyone of you for attending. For ensuring our legacy lives on here, now, and beyond. Congratulations to our newest pledges, Elder and stewards of the North. ” she bowed her head lightly. “I conclude tonight’s meeting”

    She would then descend the stone and begin to make her way to the rest gathered there. She’d linger and allow her presence to be felt by her sisters and Calder.

    *Kaia “Thank you kova” she said quietly before returning to the edge of the clearing this time seeting alone glossy eyes in thought, she knew exactly why she’d done what she’d just done but in many ways she felt sad about her choice, even so it was right for her she knew that now. Then she lifted her head and waved her tail lowly offering cairdeas a tired smile should he glance her way.

    The Night’s Death

    By News, Storyline, Wolf News

    The evening of February 12th, 2024, the pack had been coming across random trails and tracks, mostly tracked my Quince. Rook and Quince investigated which ensued with a fight off of a brute naked Darko. A valiant fight was had by both Quince and Rook. Quince threw himself as at the intruding wolf to protect Rook and lost his life.

    The pack mourns the loss of one of their own, Quince. | Log

    Story-line Conclusion – The Northern Cull

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    Notes

    July 1st, 2023

    • Wolves who heeded the northern call where Kova, Rook, Shakira, Rowan and Ophaelos

    The Farewells

    Kova As she remained in the clearing her hues fell to the time of day. The sun would be pulling in and out between some clouds as the sun cast it’s light sparingly. She took in a few deep breaths before she swiftly shook her frame and coat. Now was the time. Now they would rid of their fire. A deep breath escaped her lungs in a long , drawn sigh before she would take another full gap of air into her lungs and let loose a deep, low howl.

    :howlingwolf: awwwwwwwwooooOOoOOOOOOoooooo

    A call to those who would be headed north was made as she now faced that direction and would hopefully see each she’s named.

    * Rook While others were deep in conversation and conjecture, he would press deeper into the clearing via the river’s shallow crossing. Rook would be on the southern bank by the time the fated call came to gather, and gather he would. Farther south and closer to the Alpha’s stone, he might catch sight of Ophaelos and move to find his spot upon his path and side. What then of the others? Rook would cast his gaze about the clearing and note many who had been present at the naming of the north-bound few…

    * Leora the howl would reach her well and clear as she was in the clearing by now, to. She would look out across the horizon and to each wolf who was present. At the howl more began to gather and among them she saw her brother. Her paws quickly ushered beneath her as she aimed to close the distance to him and rather quickly. A low chuff was offered, if only to announce herself.

     

    *Ophaelos When Ophaelos would arrive at the stone, he’d turn his head to observe who was in attendance and who was not. It would seem Rowan and Rook had appeared in time, save for the Lead Huntress who was likely approaching not too far away now. To those who were part of the group, including Kova, he would dip his head toward. However, it would seem it wasn’t just the wolves called forward for the journey to be gathered around the stone, but rather, he would find the frame of Grimolf in the string of wolves. A suspicious brow was quirked his way, but his glance wouldn’t last longer than a few seconds before he would focus on the Alphess’ figure upon the stone. Upon the request of final words, Ophaelos would simply say, “To the North we shall go.” Simple words, short words, yet enough to communicate that the brute was ready for the journey. He would look toward the wolves gathered to see if they held the same sentiments, and would keep his ears pricked should they or should they not

    * Rook Regardless of whether Ophaelos felt or noted his presence beside him, Rook would have taken the path to assemble nearest where those going north were. This would likely take him near enough to Leora, and even if not, she seemed keen to be near him at the last. When light met dark in the growing presence of the Alpha’s rock and what decisions were to be handed down from it, dark would take solace in the other’s presence; Rook would be made better for Leora at his side.  A kindness was gifted him from her that he could not fully repay, but he hoped that he could in time.  Now came the time to listen as the last of the details unfolded. The last of the preparations were to be made, and he would keenly listen to mention of the mask tied to Shakira. It was something he had not fully investigated and so was only slightly less ignorant than most. Others had gathered near the stone that had not been called to the north, which would cause Rook to grant the same suspicious gaze toward Grim in particular before looking to those that were not present. Just how many had made themselves ready should the pack lands come under threat? How could he know when they were not present?

    * Shakira Drawing near the Alphas Rock, she would notice a fair amount of wolves near or at least recently near, their scents lingering as if to taunt those that were meant to leave them behind. As Kova approached, she would nose her scruff gently in greeting, giving a firm nod to her words. “I will carry it, the burden was my mothers, then brothers, and now mine.” She responded softly, still unsure of what purpose the mask held within her family, but she would carry the heirloom all the same. Looking to those gathered, she would wait for the next step and move as the Alpha bade.

    * Leora She knew the time was now, and the time would tick regardless of how her heart had hurt for it to not feel so pained. She would pull her nose into her brothers chest before stepping back. “Brother… take this tale with you before you go…?” it would be a soft question, but with a following gaze that would hold an eagerness to share.

    *Vesper could hardly hear a word or two from the Alphess’ lips, but she saw dark and creamy specks of wolves as they gathered to the Alpha Stone…perhaps any that glanced in the direction of the den-hill would see a faint blob of creamy fur watching from above as well. It pained her to not be down there with them, and she’d let a quiet, anxious whine leave her own maw. How many goodbyes would she miss for good in her whole life? She’d missed so many from her own pack, and now this…

    *Grimwolf The scarred brute wouldn’t be surprised to find a few suspicious glances towards his direction, he did make somewhat of an scene back at the meeting, and really wasn’t called upon . Grimolf didn’t pay any mind to them only waiting for Kova’s reaction to the unexpected guest . When her head dipped towards the pair, it didn’t seem like the Alpha was implying that the pledge wasn’t welcome, so he’d stick around until one of them chased him off . “ May warriors fortune shine upon us . “ A traditional Far Northern saying that dated back thousands of moons, it was something that brought confidence to the brute . Grimolf would harbour no regrets or second thoughts . Whatever happened on this trip, he openly embraced it .

    * Rook The task of the mask and its keeping were not his, but he would keep an ear trained to what conversation remained thereof while turning a pensive gaze toward his younger sister. With a dark understanding, he spoke quietly and as gently as he could through the resolve his tone likely carried. “I will hear it, dear light. Speak it and I will hear it.”

    Leora

    She reclined herself back just enough so that she could look up and into her brothers eyes. The light pure. Her heart shared along with the soul and tune of her soul. Perhaps he began to see the small welling in her eyes before she even began.
    “In twilight’s gentle embrace, we stand, As sorrow weaves it’s tendrils through the air. A sisters heart, heavy with a farewell so grand, For this may be the last time we’ll share.”
    “Brother dear, our souls entwined in fate, Through laughter, tears, and cherished days. Now destiny knocks upon your gate, and we must part, treading separate ways.”
    “But now, a chasm yawns between our paws, And silence fills the voice that once we knew. Time’s relentless march, playing its qualms, Yet love transcends, eternal and true.”
    As you embark on uncharted seas afar, May courge be your compass through the night. Know that my light will shine as your guiding star, Guiding you through darkness, towards the light.
    So brother dear, as we bid our fond adieu, In whispered memories forever we shall be tied, Until we meet again, dear brother of mine, Go with the light. Know that it is safe and that it shines.”
    * Kova to Shakira’s agreement of the token and burden shared, she bowed her head and nosed her. “You can share this burden should you need, Shakira. You are not alone.” to that note she ushered another firm nod and nuzzle to her before turning to look to the other wolves gathered. “Those who have been named, I ask you now to heed the call. We head north on swift paws and we do not stop until we reach our destination.” She would now take a few strides forward before her gaze fell to those who would remain. “You all are not alone, together you stand. I believe in the strength to those going and staying. Ignite the fire in your souls and hold to your truths and to your spirits. Will shall not be but a few days. You shall seek the guidance of those who hold a lead role in my absence.” With that she would stomp her paw swiftly to the earth and gave one last look to the other wolves who gathered for any final thoughts shared before they headed out.
    * Vesper would leap down to the foot of the hill and offer a mournful yet hopeful, a reverent howl to those gathered below. Farewell for now, good fortune to all, a warriors’ and family’s fortune be to the journey and the hearth alike. She’d bound back up the hill with lightning speed, resuming her previous position guarding the singular pup that remained awake, playing in the dandelions. She’d chuff kindly to Stick, moving a bit closer to watch him play–but not too close, should Rune wake and find her at the den-site. Still, she wouldn’t leave the pups unguarded by waking eyes–not now especially, of all times.
    *Calder as he would make it down the hill he would look towards the direction of the pups but his attention would then be drawn to Kova and the rest gathered. He gave a dip of his head to any who where near and a polite greeting before he would hear the end of Kova’s words. They would be off. A slow but firm stomp of his paw was given for no words needed to be shared until after. “Happy hunting and may the spirits of those before us protect and guide you. Please, come home safe.” his deep reverberating tones would resound to the party now leaving.

    * Rook What did physicists know of the mass of light? What of its weight as felt on a warm summer’s eve or a cold winter’s morning? No, perhaps the bards and poets knew this one a little better…that light lightened hearts and made burdens to be endured. Still, the chasm that had opened between them had done so with merciless abandon. Absolution resided in that chasm, and he was bade to fall within its depths… Although her tones and words wrought the foundations of this conviction they had gifted him what may be a final mercy and opportunity. “Feicim thú, solas, agus tá aithne agam ort. No matter where I go, I will see you and I will know you. You, who have given and fated name, daughter of starfall and earth…I name you heir of your father and mother in my stead and against all other claim.” Rook would lower his head and press the crown of it to Leora’s, whispering, “Should it try, know that death will not divide us so long as a tale lives within your voice.”

    So much was left unsaid, but the parting words he used were thus “I see you…and I -know- you.” With that, Rook departed from his sister’s side and moved to join those likely already on the northern path.
    * Ophaelos Ophaelos had nothing much to offer in terms of words, simply stamping his paw with approval once the Alphess had finished her speech and guidance to those gathered. When she would hop off of the stone, he would feel a tinge of electricity from his heart that went through his body and split down his limbs to touch the soil beneath. He had plenty of time to reflect, but it would appear that it was only now that the brute felt the depth and realness concerning the journey. If Kova started moving off to lead the charge, he would follow behind. No goodbye’s were heard from Ophaelos—he intended to return to the pack quickly. A farewell was simply unneeded.
    * Leora she would press her head firmly into her brother’s crown, whispering sweetly and tearfully. “I know you, brother. I will see you again soon. I better.” she ushered in more defiant but heartfelt tones. When he removed his crown she would watch him move off with the others and slowly, every carefully the thread of her kin would be spun beyond her sight and reach once more. One she’d hold onto and ensure with all her heart he’d return home soon and safe for all of them. “Be well and be safe, all of you!” she called out to the rest.
    * Shakira She would look to those that had heard and gathered to their Alpha, a warmth in her heart despite the journey ahead that would lead the chosen far from home, a gentle fire within her own heart to know such a family and to be lucky enough to call them her own. While she had never been one to delve into heartfelt speeches or long goodbyes, she would relish those spoken between the others and offer a soft look to each who were to be left to guard the packlands. When all words were exchanged and heard, she would set her paws to follow those chosen northward, hesitant paws carrying her towards the Ancient Forest though she would not enter unless requested to do so.
    * Kova it seemed as though she didn’t mind Grim’s sudden appearance, but if he wanted to offer anything she had not heard it. So, when no others desired to share words or questions, she would swiftly move to lope off towards the north. However, her path took her quickly towards the ancient forest where she gave Shakira a knowing nod and one that would indicate “I will return but a moment.” Paws ushered quickly beneath her and as the others continued down the path she’d call out to them. “I will be but a moment, continue forward to the great crossing and I will catch up.” she looked to her court for a brief moment before slipping into the ancient forest. It wasn’t very fair in, only but a few padfalls but to another wolf it might take them ages to find. Digging through the thick hemlock, the fae would have tucked the mask away in a very tight location. Moving brambles and branches aside, she found it nestled where she left it. It’s silvery surface gleamed against the pale light, even here, it seemed to hold to it. She gently and carefully picked it up and would turn immediately on her haunches and dart back out of the ancient wood.

    * Rook when the first of a few junctions in the path swiftly arose at the Ancient Forest’s border, Rook, along with those other nearby would stop and listen to Kova’s command. He would not advocate for the others to move through the Ancient Forest, even if guided; so, Rook would begin along the second shortest path toward the Crossing outside of the western edge of the Ancient Forest and north until the sound of stream offered the clearest path northwest.The northwesterly stream would cut through and alongside poplar and other birch forests on its path toward the Great Crossing. The sound of such water might cull the edge from the task ahead or it may hone it to an atom’s thickness like flinted obsidian. Rook would look to those around him to see which of those two options was likely…best to have a lay of the land before climbing the mountain, so to speak.

    * Kova once she held the mask firmly in place she would have slowed to a steady, even trot beside Shakir and would’ve given it over to her. Another firm nod of her head was given before she offered once more.
    “You do not have to carry it alone, remember.”
    and with that she would brush her shoulder into hers gently before loping towards the others and now, greeted with the paths ahead of them.
    :pawbutton: Moving the northern group rp to #culling-the-olc
    For the wolves who remain in the territory of WolfSpirits would be blissfully unaware of what the Olc of flame had conjured in the thralls of shadow and darkness. Darkened clouds gathered, their billowing forms twisting and churning with an ominous energy that was on the very near horizon.
    One piece was moved and in an almost unfair play, a handful of pieces were now moved in kind. Even the sky turned a somber hue, as if mourning the impending storm. Whispers of warning seemed to echo through the air, but from who and from where carried by the shifting winds.

    To Cull The Olc

    The Northern Group Sets Off

    As the wolves would press on forward to the north, it would take them a few hours to get to the crossing and slightly beyond it. The landscape would stretch far and wide, as it always did in this part and area of their homeland. They would be greeted by a small family of Elk. Upon their arrival they would quickly screech and dart off to the south and away. Once they moved along the meandering stream, beyond the shallow hills and up, they’d ascend the familiar path to the great crossing but which one would they choose? To the left would be a more clearer path but it was ascending rather quickly with more stone in their way. The other meandering like a stream with shorter switchbacks, but was less of a short path but at a run, could they cut their time in half?
    Ophaelos .ೃ࿐ So it begins…
    The journey toward the Great Crossing and beyond would be an easy task, albeit a slow one given how much ground the group had to cover. A fleeting image of a herd of elk would be noteworthy to Ophaelos, who would watch as they flee as soon as the pack crests their horizon. He would wonder if even prey had to go on an expedition such as the one the wolves were on—did they ever get themselves into grave situations as the wolves did? Something told the wolf that nae, they did not, and to that he was envious. Upon reaching some sort of summit, two pathways were carved ahead. Ophaelos had no title nor clout to say which one was best to travel on, and so he would look toward Kova for such guidance. Perhaps he would glance at Rook for a moment to see how the brute was holding up after his tumble with the wry doe from some days ago, but it would seem the stone was well and stout. A brief overview of the entire group would allow Ophaelos to conclude that everyone was indeed healthy and as right as the rain that had befallen them only a day or two ago. Perhaps the grass up here still maintained a sheen of dew, scintillating underneath the setting sun. Soon, the wolves would have the advantage of being under the moon’s cloak, but depending on how much distance was between them and the Northerners, perhaps they might not be able to make use of it. When Kova gave the word and headed on one of the paths, Ophaelos would follow suit, harboring no dispute about her selection *ೃ༄
    * Rook The meat of the day would be hewn with a few hours travel northward, and at some point the course of a southwest flowing stream would no longer present an ever-present companion along the wolves’ path. The babble of a water across and through stone would be replaced by wind flowing down from the Roghas and finally then by the bugle of bull and barks of cow elk. In simpler times, such an observation would have been a call to hunt, but they were hunting something far more dangerous. Rook would delve to memory while he followed alongside the others; the memory of his own trek north to spy upon the Olc therein. He wondered, as he knew the others must, what devilry awaited them. What had these northern wolves concocted, and would they suspect a strike? Rook would assume the hills and mountain flanks near enough the crossing were alive with eyes and ears regardless of the small numbers he had seen. Furthermore, he’d look for growing sign of early snow this high up. Had they gone beyond the treeline yet?

    Beyond the tree line and further up the path the wolves would go. As the party moved along the familiar path to the great crossing, they where afforded a swifter pace for most where indeed familiar with this trail in and out. Nothing of the landscape changed beyond the roaring of water.

    A familiar rock outcrop, fresh with fallen rock fall would come into view. Those who where around to see the demise of the three black wolves who didn’t make it out of their home alive, would know what gravely lay beneath. Perhaps a skeleton or two could be seen amongst the rubble, laying just positioned to be in view on purpose. Scavengers having already done their work left nothing but the bone.

    * Grimwolf  During the long journey that seemed to stretch far and wide the brute was silent not speaking only scanning the horizon for any signs of other wolves . Grimolf’s attention would briefly be displaced by the sight of the large family of elk, he wouldn’t pay them much mind returning his iron focus back onto keeping alert. The scarred brute would be near the back of the group making sure to keep their rear flank guarded whilst the others at the front worried about making decisions on where to go and how best to approach .

    * Kova as the group of wolves would continue along their trek towards the north, she would slow when a wayward wind would afford her all the smells of the party, but one that wasn’t called and one not named. The scent was tailing behind. She would begin to slow her pace from a lope to a trot, then she finally peered over her shoulder at Grim who was behind the rest. She narrowed her hues if only to shield against the wind already blowing in their path. She barked low so he could hear. “Grim, you where not called to the north. Are you here to see us to the end of the great crossing?” she only slowed a little, for she would not hinder their progress unless absolutely needed.

     

    * Shakira She would follow after the group, grateful that there wasn’t need to go through the eerie forest she avoided thoroughly, following as the Lore Master curved their path just sidelong of the Ancient Forest and northward along the stream. As Kova rejoined them and took her rightfully assigned place at the lead, she would retrieve her mother’s mask from Kovas maw before again following in silence, her teeth holding the sturdy yet somehow delicate trinket with a gentleness that made her heart pang slightly. When Kova would turn to address the brooder male, she would pause as well and step slightly sideways to look to the male as well and to offer clear vantage for the pair to speak.

    * Rook only picky scavengers let bones lie, but Rook might catch sight of the skeletal debris of a once living wolf. Whether it was an Olc or some ill-begotten soul sold on the narrative of fire’s promise was not his concern. Today, ignorance would not be the means of salvation; all under that banner would meet an equal fate if he had his way. Imagine, then, that mindset when someone came along the path they had traveled -hours- on. Rook would take cues from Kova and from Shakira, but his posture would speak less of a neutral pose. What had Grim come to do this far away from the clearing? For Grim’s sake, he hoped it was not to defy Kova’s word.

    * Ophaelos the chilly breeze that swept from behind the group would be welcoming against his hot skin, cooling his nerves, yet wouldn’t last long when the undeniable scent of Grimolf accompanied it. Perhaps it was Kova, leading the charge, who noticed it first, but as his head swung behind his shoulder, his eyes would narrow just as sharply as the Alphess’ words. Aye—he was not called to the North, nor did he offer or ask to attend, and even if he did, Ophaelos would feel a certain way about it regardless. Grimolf had shown through many encounters, including this one, that he was insolent and reckless. Although the white wolf had seen some growth in him and had played nice, he was certainly not entirely trustworthy. In fact, his inability to control his temperament—a temper that was impertinent—was seen as a hindrance to Ophaelos, who couldn’t help but furrow his brows at the brute who had followed them so closely behind. Why invite him to such a serious task, when he was proven to be unreliable? When Shakira would step away for Kova to access him, he would too, his gaze shifting back toward the path ahead of them, yet his ear remained swiveled in their direction to listen to their exchange. He wouldn’t interject his feelings on the matter. After all, it was Kova’s call alone.

    * Grimolf “ I understand that, Alphaess ! “ Grimolf barked back in equal volume getting closer towards Kova . “ I’m aware of my rank and status within the pack, but I ask you to consider allowing me to named to go North . “ Grimolf’s tone was filled with determination despite the wind muffing most of his sentence . “ Let me prove to you and the rest of the pack that my warrior ways can be of use here . . . if not I’ll accept whatever your decision, Alphess . “ The scarred brute knew following them this far to the great crossing could be seen as disobedience but his heart burned with resolve !

    * Kova she would give Grim the benefit of the doubt and not assume the brute would have followed without asking first, for the howl was not an invitation for any to join along. She’d not fault him for that not being clear initially but would she invite another? Rowan having already requested to join had pulled the numbers a little more balanced. But would Grim? He had been present during the meeting when those named, where named, why not speak then of his desire to go?

    To his tones where not lost to her, nor the determination he had in them. She would furrow her brows before giving a low breath back, still not slowing her pace much for she could certainly talk and walk.
    “I have named the wolves who will be going. This is the my final decision. I would seek the same from you as I have the others. To be keen of eye, sharp nose, and hold true to your spirit for those here. I know not what’s been planned in our absence, but I would like as many able here to stay.” she looked towards Rowan a moment, then back towards Grim. She would give another firm nod of her head as she continued to trot along the path up and over the great crossings main vein.
    The landscape was rugged and untamed almost the moment they would pass beyond the tall and towering gorges to either side, fed by a free falling waterfall. Here is the mark of going beyond now. No turning back for the northern wolves, but would Grim follow her word?
    * Rook listened with intrigue Grim’s reasoning and premise. The brute had traveled all this way to question a decision already made. Had he not been named? Had that not been the decision already made, he wondered? He did not know Ophaelos’ mindset, but Rook shared it; from what the gray raven had seen, Grim was prone to this flippant indecisiveness and disregard. When the second of final decisions were said, he’d remain behind to see Grim take the hour-long trek back toward the clearing. Rook could catch up with the group if Grim didn’t give him a reason to tarry. They didn’t need a loose cannon disregarding the orders, and if Grim hadn’t accepted the decision before, what trust did Rook have that he’d accept it again?
    * Grimolf “ . . . . “ Grimolf would follow her word not saying anything else that would further insult the brute and add to the mockery Grimolf had made to himself . Where they saw disobedience , indecisiveness , and recklessness , he felt something else . That obviously didn’t matter, of course . The scarred brute turned back heading back into the territory not ever looking back on the group
    * Shakira With mask in maw, would be unable to utter anything aside from a low breathed growl at the males rashness, while his intentions appeared outwardly pure, to defy the Alphas word was intolerable. Narrowing her gaze as she looked between the other two males and females, she would cut a last glance to Grimolf before turning alone with the Alpha and not looking back. The purpose was set and the plan was in motion, and she would not be one to hinder the Alphas lead and direction.
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    * Kova  When Grimolf would proceed back the way he came, she would have given but a glance to watch him move off. A hardy heart, and one willing to protect the pack could be done in many forms and fashions. That also wasn’t lost to her. For now she would be focused once more on their trek. Another short skip in the time zone would see the wolves along an unhindered trail. Sanek and Rook’s scent trail where now lost to the recent rains. Had their purpose been for not? Or did her small plan work? Time will tell. Rook would know these steps well for they where traversing the same path that he took to scout. Towering cliffs sculpted by the hands of time would begin to meet the wolves on either side. Slowly, one by one the path began to get narrow. The surface of stone would be a testament to the delicate dance with water and stone, and the snow melt was vicious this year around. The wolves would surely need to be careful with their footing as they where about to be forced through a narrow gorge.
    Ophaelos
    .ೃ࿐ Unfortunately for the brute, his actions, even though they did seem to be out of good intention, would not garner any sympathy from Ophaelos, who thought of Grimolf with a lack of acuity. He was a young wolf—perhaps too underseasoned for such a journey in general. A glance at everyone, while three-fourths of the group were not on their deathbeds, had a certain grizzled appearance beginning to grace their features and the clout to match it. Ophaelos was spared only for his pelt cloaked in white already. Again—Ophaelos saw the young wolf as reckless. When dealing with such a wretched and unpredictable threat, one would be shooting themselves in the foot bringing another unpredictable spirit into the fray. Another glance at everyone and it would seem that most of the group were in agreement and shared a similar view, though it would seem it was only Shakira and Ophaelos himself that showed their disdain so incredibly outwardly; the Stone as stoic as always, and Kova just as forgiving. Rowan was silent, but such was typical. Once Grimolf had been sent away, the group would waste no time dilly-dallying and would once again push forward. The cascades of cliffs and rock were intimidating, encasing the wolves with a frightening height and fierce outcrop. Had this been the trail Rook and Sanek traveled upon? Ophaelos had been met with similar terrain before and would hold the utmost amount of care traversing the stony path. His leg, although healed, gave the wolf more than enough reason to tread with caution. The sound of small pebbles bouncing off the stones and perhaps some shale sliding down the cliffs was the only music to Ophaelos’ ears aside from the harsh wind that blew so brazenly. His ears had turned forward, perked so that he could listen to anyone should they speak or fall, the angle of which wrinkled his forehead from such acuity.
    * Rook would watch Grim a minute or two before returning to the trail. Acceptance was all that Rook required, and if that was apparent in Grim’s withdrawal, then nothing else needed to be done or said. It was a difficult task to find that place and carve out a niche for oneself, but there were less disruptive ways of doing it. Perhaps, in time, such a purchase among the stone could be found for Grim… Rook could expend an extra bout of energy to catch up in this leg of the journey without risk, but if he didn’t make it to the group before the danger presented by water and stone, then he would sorely behind. His memory of this place was nearer to winter than it was to the snowmelt that greeted his paws, and even his own scent path had been wiped from the slate. Would he catch up to the others in time?
    *Kova The path would be clear for them all and as the gorge came into view, the resounding rush of water would greet them. The creek here had swelled much higher then last she saw. Her paws would usher a slower pace now as she would skirt around one side for as long as possible before turning her head to look behind her. “Watch your step and your footing. The water is angry and hungry…” she called to the party before she would look ahead. Her paws now eager to find footing as best she could but it would be difficult. The ground was slippery and the stones moist. The wind would be something else in this gorge as well. Harshly screaming through when it could meander along the jagged edges. Was this what prey felt like in the jaws of a wolf?
    Everyone please roll a 1d20 ❤️ ( https://g.co/kgs/P2Lrse )
    Kova: 14
    One by one they would single file through the gorge, and every now and then her back hind leg would slip on a rock but quickly find purchase. Her ears drew back several times to ensure the others made it safely.
    Rowan: 13 (safe)
    Ophaelos: 13 (safe)
    Rook: 14 (safe)
    *Shakira When the situation seemed handled and the sands of time sped up accordingly, she would find herself among the chosen as they entered a deep gorge, the walls seeming to narrow ever further until the group came to a rushing stream turned river, the water clearly having overflowed its original banks to create a torrential current. Listening to Kovas words of warning, she would grip the mask tighter in her jaws and brace for her turn to cross.
    Shakira: 17
    , Rowan ,and would find that their paws would slip and slide equally so as Kova’s had, but they lucked out in that none would find themselves soaking wet and carried by the torrential waters for they made it safely through. seemed the most sure-pawed of all the group for she would find no trouble at all. In fact, she might even have enough prowess in her skillful steps to nearly out pace the others. Time as a skilled huntress treated her well indeed! The mask would remain cold and unmoving in her jaws, but every now and then she’d catch a tiny glimpse of her refelection. It’s refelection would be of Shakira’s face, but was that a hint …. of another wolven coat color in the background?
    *Rook Stone kin be true, he thought to himself when he took his place among the line. He focused on the stone beneath him but would also think back upon his time west and to Manannán na abhainn. He wondered if such a wolf here tended to the raging course as Manannán did in the west? He wondered how terrible the sound of Manannán’s wrath had been and how similar this water’s rage sounded. He wondered…slip and wonder along with other thought was wiped from his mind while he momentarily fought for and regained purchase upon the path.
    * Shakira Would feel the pounding of the waters push and pull, but would be seemingly less wobbly than the others as they trudged through, the determination in her step seeing her and the appointed mask safely across. Though, as she reached the opposite side, she would catch a glimpse of movement in the metallic face of the mask, a reflection cast even in its weathered and aged state. Was that…? Surely not, perhaps a trick of her perception, imagination? Giving a light shake of her head, careful not to disturb the mask too much, she would look to Kova and the others with a slight sway of her tail. They had all made it safely.
    * Kova her leg would give one final slip on a bigger stone before she would leap to the otherside safely. She gave a deep breath before promptly turning her hues then to the other wolves who where following suit. She ensured each made it safely, and held baited breath until each one made it. A sigh of relief was given and she ensured to pad a few paces forward to give them all room before her eyes fell to the horizon.
    .ೃ࿐ Ophaelos would have not been as surefooted as Shakira, but luckily, all wolves arrived on the other side unscathed—for now. He would glance around to ensure such an observation was true before moving forward, though his eyes would not catch the glimpse of certain other colors shining against the walls near Shakira. All seemed quiet and still, but was it too quaint of a time? The brute would remain on guard—not for danger lurking in the shadows, but for the terrain they had just traversed. *ೃ༄
    The wolves with long strides of purpose and synchronized rhythm, their tracks would be made in the verdant meadows of open space the north often provided, but now they would be lost to a gorge and the rushing water. One by one, they all made it safely across the stone’s eager grip. Once they where out and safely on the other side, they’d notice they had climbed higher into the towering heights of the mountains. The wind began to change. The warm air leaving and the cold air and wind carrying whispers of secrets to this land yet undiscovered.
    The familiar jagged peaks Rook traversed in his scouting where slowing coming into view. In the fair distance would be the cavern now in their sight. At it’s entrance would be the lapping of a familiar amber, golden hue against the jagged surface. Flame. In the distance they could make out at least three dark figures.
    :blkwolfstare: Wolven sentries upon the stone, same as last Rook saw and reported.
    * Rowan When the howl for the journey sounded, she would’ve hoped Grimolf could come. To prove himself. She didn’t see him like the others did, for she was always no where to be found when it came to Grimolf’s outbursts. Though, she understood, he was a pledge and still learning. She would’ve watched him march back to the clearing, but afterwards focus back on their journey. Her trial. She was the silent observer, for now. Her yellow gaze observed the gorge as it came into view, her ears perked then pinned as she heard the rush of water. Melting ice, and water never mixed. As Kova slowed, surely the rest would to, and so she slowed down. She kept close, not wishing to get lost. When the wolves ahead of her made it across, she would carefully make her way across the gorge. It may have been slippery, but she was safe. She looked up, counting each wolf ahead of her. Once they were out and on the other side, she glanced around the group, noticing the mountains and the clouds above them. Her eyes widened, slightly amazed they had made it this far up. The wind was no longer warm, instead it was cold and eerie, as it carried whispers along with it. Then, a cavern. It seemed lit up, she looked back towards her group, is that where they were going?
    * Rook Only once firmly on the other side would Rook’s heart seek to slow. He did not remember the crossing being as treacherous the time before, but he knew that the snowmelt could change all manner of things, the nature of this gorge being one. One padfall after the other was taken in living recollection of memory until the very last padfall took him to where a ledge of sorts led up to where one might view said valley below…where one might view the flicker of embers of a tended flame? He would look to that ledge to see just how it had changed and then would ascend quietly and carefully to look upon the future field of battle with one golden and one amber hue…
    * Shakira The landscape would be unfamiliar to her as she hadn’t traversed these lands of the north, only having followed the clear path of the pack years ago now for the battle of the Morrigan. Keeping her eyes trained on the terrain and the horizon before them, she would be sure to avoid loose stones and slippery patches as the temperature plummeted, a stark contrast the the WolfSpirits territory. As they neared an outcrop of jagged rocks, she would feel her ruff prickle as she took note of the dancing flicker of what she knew to be fire, a raging heat that brought nothing but death and destruction, she would fight against her battling instincts; one telling her to run from the danger while the other goaded her to follow her Alpha regardless. As they came ever closer, yet another danger would make itself known as three wolves forms could be seen atop the stone in the distance, a low growl emitting once more though she would remain in her place for now behind her Alpha and the Lore Master.
    * Ophaelos ࿐ As the group meandered their way out and away from the gorge without much trepidation or damage, Ophaelos would find himself greeted by the sight of even more mountain ranges that towered equally as intimidating as the last, though perhaps not as unnerving as the cavern below them. With snow scattered about and the bitter cold chilling the air, he would scrutinize every detail of the landscape before them. The three wolves posted up were note-worthy, but what was especially intriguing was the light that flickered from within the cave they seemed to guard. A flame, perhaps, dancing, but out of view from the wolves watching from afar. How had they acquired a flame? Ophaelos had only ever seen it manifested from the lightning that beamed from the sky and onto forests with relentless power. Kaylus was one of the Northerners—a ringleader, perhaps—and yet despite this, Ophaelos had a sneaking suspicion she wasn’t here. Her quarry of followers, however, was as large of a threat as she, and currently, they loomed in the distance, seemingly unaware of the group with eyes on them from afar. Ophaelos would hope the wind was on their side, and wouldn’t blow their way and, in turn, blow their cover. He would glance toward Kova to see if she had anything to offer. What was their plan? *ೃ༄

    * Kova A deep breath escaped half parted jowls as the confidence from her soul reached their ears once they where all re-grouped.

    “Here is where we make our stand.” Her nose pointed upwards to the narrow pathway. “I came across this place before and found it to be our best chance. We will use the rocks and terrian to our advantage.” her hues fell towards Shakira.
    “Shakira, you will be the one to draw them in. Your swift skill as a huntress against the terrain will be your ally and the mask will be the key. We’ll cover you in the thick, dark mud of this terrain to disguise you. You will approach the cavern, but not to close. You will get their attention then lead any who chase you back to the gorge. I hope Kaylus is a part of them.” her eyes confident to the fae, ensuring she knew the plan but as well there was a knowing expression on her face to the ask she would ask of her.
    “The rest of us will be up on those ledges ready to set loose the stone and close this gap permanently.” she would point back behind them. There where strong slopes up either side, but enough purchase for the wolves to get upon. There where a bunch of loose looking boulders that would go with some force. Fortunate for them.
    Her hues fell to Ophaelos, Rowan and then to Rook. “There should be enough of us to secure the stone’s loose. I observed their weakness sometime ago when scouting in winter. Rook and Sanek provided equal report on the conditions and I am confident we can do this. I am confident we can surprise them, and end this quickly and with great haste and number.” her gaze fell to the terrace of stone and melting snow on either side of them. Each wolf would notice that it made the perfect funnel but as well a natural tomb.
    “I do not wish to flex our power honed by generations of instinct and adaptation from those who’ve come before us with equal strife, but should it come down to it, we finish this here and now… no matter what it takes.” there was a starkness in her voice, a tremble that quaked like thunder. Not for fear, but for strength and the confidence she knew each wolf could hold their own. They where in it together.
    *Shakira As the Alpha spoke, she would feel her ruff settle only momentarily until the plan was spoken, fear would be a fleeting emotion before she would set the mask down and give a dip of her head. “I trust you, Alpha. I will not fail.” She said with an equally confident wolven grin, though in her heart a cold ball of dread settled. She could not fail, but what if she did? Looking to the mask at her paws, she would nose it gently, almost affectionately as if the symbol it bore of her mother could manifest the she-wolf into the trinket. Listening intently to the plan for the others to follow through with, she would ready herself for the fight to come and, perhaps, her fate should she fail. “No matter what it takes.” She echoed softly, dark grey eyes taking in each wolf as if it were the first time she was seeing them, or maybe the last.
    * Rook His observations remained much the same as they had before, and the threat below remained present. The keepers of the fire were there, but no sight of their Olc leader. What of the other fae? What of the ravens? These questions swirled in his mind while he listened to Kova’s plan.

    “The stone-kin will prove worthy, but we should be ready for what devilry is in place. If stone alone does not kill them, then let us force them to use their tricks from a distance and close the gap swiftly afterwards. Guile, cunning, and steadfast will, will, see us through…” He could only agree that death be the only option.

    * Kova there would be a heavy feeling of many things in her stomach, but she couldn’t help but know and feel the warmth of pride for those of her pack and those of her family out weigh most. How strong and true they were. She trusted Shakira’s prowess and her skill and she placed equal to those now present. To Shakira’s words, she’d feel it’s strength. To her courts suggestion, she would give a firm and agreeable nod. “Agreed.” she would look to each wolf in turn. “We see the end of them either by stone, or by jaws.”

    There was a moment of pause as she kept her voice low and ensured they were not in sight of any lingering scouts.

    “I trust each of you, and I trust your purpose here and now.” she gave a firm, knowing nod to Shakira and then to each wolf now with their charge. Her plan revealed she would wait to hear should another desire to offer insight or

    “We will rest here for the evening. I believe there was a cavern just on the other side. We’ll be out of sight, scent and mind.”

    To Cull The Olc

    The Following Evening

    July 2nd, 2023

     

    * Kova as the wolves sought refugee within the smaller cavern, it was enough for all of them to fit rather comfortably. By mid-afternoon the air was growing warmer but still not as warm as the valley below in the clearing itself.
    As the day was growing older, the sun was setting just enough to still provide enough light for the wolves and the path made very clear. The fae hadn’t slept much either and she would turn an ear to those who awaited and now their day had come. “Is everyone ready?” she would turn to each wolf now approaching the mouth of the cavern to call those either near or around it. Her limbs would be caked in a small layer of mud. “Shakira, there’s a small mud puddle just nearby I dug through enough to be moist and allow a good coating.”

     

    * Shakira Her ears would perk to the Alphas words and her paws would instinctively lift her to heed the words spoken, a sure nod given as she turned to scoop the mask gently into her jaws before venturing out to where the puddle could be seen dug out. “Ready at your word, my Alpha.” She responded as she set the mask to the side before plunging shoulder first into the mud, not one to shy away from a mess she would quickly roll to her back to cover as much as she could without assistance. Rising to her paws once more, she would resist the urge to shake the thicker clumps from her, relying on those clumps to be her cover.

    * Rook

    Rook’s attention upon the valley would be broken with the sounding of Kova’s voice. He would carefully and quietly descend the ledge to meet the gathering of those present and there listen to the plan once more. Much like the carcass of the elk had been his veil to the northland wolves, mud would be Shakira’s. In addition, Ophaelos would be the one to accompany him around one arm of the ledges. This was said. This would be done.. A baptism of mud would see Shakira raised as another wolf. He wondered what baptism awaited the others and how they would be different after this…His thoughts dared not turn to the ashen baptism he had received and recanted from. Quietly, he would help the lead huntress by covering her nearby shoulder in the mud his court had dug and stirred.

    * Ophaelos

    .ೃ࿐ Ophaelos’ gaze would linger but for a moment as Shakira got busy rolling around in the mud, something he wasn’t envious of, but likewise with the she-wolf, would have taken on regardless of his tendencies to stay clean. Nae—this was a battle that was possibly going to get gruesome and bloody. Ophaelos would only hold out hope that Kaylus’ hounds would be the oil spilled upon the canvas of war by the artists gathered around each other right now.
    When his post would be called to Rook, the snow wolf would take up at the Stone’s flank, giving either an assured nod. “Let us finish this—and do it with cunning,” he would say assuringly. Another glimpse would be thrown toward Rook when he tended to Shakira’s shoulder, and his gaze would soon shift back toward the ledge from which the Stone had come, if to see where the wolves were, and to see if the flame still flickered in the distance. *ೃ༄
    * Rowan With the others awake, and ready, she would rise to her paws with Shakira. The mask was unfamiliar to her, but her mentor seemed to carry it around like a lifeline, so she wouldn’t question it for now. Instead, she’d watch as the huntress coated herself in the dark soil, her light tawny pelt disappearing under the mud. She then looked to Kova, the two brutes were together, which meant she and the alphess were together. She hoped they would get it in one shot, loosen the stones and watch them fall. She would step over towards Kova, glancing towards Rook and Ophaelos. Then back to the Alphess.
    * Shakira Once she was certain a fair amount of her was covered, she would look to the others, offering a grateful dip of her head as Rook helped to cover a spot she couldn’t quite reach. Cloaked in dark brown and black, she was a transformed wolf, for once able to blend with the night instead of stand out. Listening to Kovas instruction given to the others, she would look to the mask once more, moving to circle it until she picked it up in her jaws once more, unsure of just how to put it on herself without guidance.

    * Kova

    she would look between the gathered and gave a firm and strong nod. When Shakira made her way to the puddle, she would’ve also helped assist in covering whatever portions might’ve been missed but Rook had aided well enough to see the work done. Her hues fell to where she had placed the mask and looked back to Shakira. When the fae would aim to put the mask on, she would step forward. “I’ll press it to the mud. It should hopefully stay on long enough for the deed to be done. Run through the gorge and use your strong footing and get to saftey.” she would press her forehead lightly upon the mask, “pressing” it to Shakira’s own face. She would find that it oddly felt comfortable? Kova would continue. “You run as fast as you can. We will buy you but a few moments before we send the rocks down. But only a few.”  She took a step back to look to ensure the mask would stay.  “We will get to our positions now. Wait a few moments, just when the sun is near behind the mountains just on the horizon, and we will be ready.” she turned to Ophaelos, Rook, and Rowan. A strong, encouraging nod was given to them and a longer more endearing look given to her court.  “We end this, here and now. Your strength is ours. Together, we will quench this fire for good.” It was here and in this moment she would wait for Shakira to move forward towards the cavern

    * Rook After the deed was finished and Ophaelos drew to his flank, Rook would regard the assurances given. “Cunning, and if that is not enough then a ferocity that rips them limb from limb. I will not hope now this close to death, but I will look for the necessary path to see you safely home.” It was all he could say before he turned his entire focus to Kova and the prelude to a dirge.

    He would await his cue, gazing quietly one last moment to his court before the Lore Master resolved himself to deal death. Such a look was not one he wished to give to any present here and so turned his gaze northward toward the ledge he would take alongside Ophaelos. These are not they of Nenana, he reminded himself. He would internally see the flames from across the bridge, but instead of pups and mothers drowning in water or a sea of fire, he would see those he had witnessed in this northern pack of Olc. The Crone was not sending him…Kova was…his need for atonement was…

    * Shakira She would release the mask to Kova as she smothered it in the sticky mud as well before pressing it to her face, the mold of another wolf’s face seeming to fit almost flawlessly to her own, as if it was meant to fit her. Dark grey eyes would peer out from the mask as she took in the wolves around her for what felt like the last time, her heart swelling with pride. “I will not fail you, we will see this done, together.” She spoke firmly before pressing her mask clad forehead briefly back against Kovas in as much of a nuzzle as she could offer without disturbing the mud. “I will see you all on the other side.” She said with a last gaze cast to the rest before she would slink off towards the enemies lair, determination in her stride as she kept her eyes trained on the flicker in the distance and the shadows that might conceal enemy wolves.

    * Kova she would give a strong nod to Shakira, and her gaze held the fae’s for a moment more. She would find strength in Shakira’s eyes and the determination she had would fuel her own spirit. A heartfelt emotion rampaged through her. A fire and a kinship she’d feel strengthen her own resolve.

    Not another word was spared before she would nod to Rook and Ophaelos, then turn to Rowan and give her a nod before swiftly running up the slope of their side. She would take great care to not go to fast least she lob some stones and give away their secret.
    Up, up, up the slope they would go until they would come across a fairly loose stacking of large stones. With the press of their frames on several sides looked as though it was ready to fall with this years erosion and snowfall.

    :pawbutton: would notice the same three sentry wolves remained a top the cavern. The familiar lapping of amber light would still caress the dark cavern walls, suggesting that whatever they where protecting, remained so. No sign of Kaylus or sound of her either, but the wolves a top seemed to be relaxed enough. So far… unaware of what was about to happen. She would be greeted with the same howling wind as before and the earth dappled with a late snow.

    * Rowan Rowan looked to her own pelt, then her mentors transformed frame. She sighed, knowing that their plan was soon to be put into motion. She stared at Shakira, she truly was transformed, especially with the addition of the mask. She would listen as Kova spoke, more of the plan forming. Then, her gaze shifted to Rook as he spoke up next. So many emotions, she thought. As Kova looked to her, a firm nod was aimed towards the alphess. She followed behind her swiftly, tail stilled behind her. She would match Kova’s pace, though she would likely be slower as she was behind the fae. She would station herself beside the alphess, on the opposite side of the large stones.

    * Ophaelos .ೃ࿐ “Aye, we will see it done,” Ophaelos says to Rook. His silver, smokey eyes would capture the vastness of the landscape before them with a certain determination sheening against their color. May Fenrir be on their side tonight, and may all of their ancestors grant them their strength.

    Ophaelos wouldn’t comment nor look at Shakira’s mask for very long. He recalled the day he had found it—the day the pair had met each other for the first time. The brute had wished for a do-over of their unpleasant encounter and received it many moons later on a random afternoon within the hunting grounds. He knew naught of her deepened connection to this mask, only what he has heard in passing through this journey. A deepening in his chest wished to know more, but he knew it was not his place to pry—certainly not now, perhaps not ever.
    Ophaelos would keep close to the Lore Master at their post, focused keenly not on the wolves in the distance, but what was around them. To have a reenactment of The Huns Attack scene from Mulan would be less than ideal. But it would seem that it was the same barren wasteland that the brute had observed yesterday. *ೃ༄

    * Shakira She would move swiftly and silently through the landscape of rocks, carefully weaving through until she drew near the opening, keeping to the shadows as best she could as she noticed the sentries still in their place. They knew the WolfSpirits were coming, surely, though surprise was still on their side with Kovas plan in motion. Pausing as she was within a few hundred strides of the opening to the flickering cavern, she would take a few moments to steady herself, looking to the rocks above as if she could see her packmates, but the distance would be too grate and the lack of light unforgiving. Taking a deep breath, she would wait only a moment longer before stepping from the shadows, the dark mud covering would likely only offer her a few strides before the enemy would notice her.

    As Shakira approached the cavern, perhaps she’d feel the very ground becoming harder and strong with each approaching pace. As if warmth of summer didn’t even unfreeze this landscape. Suddenly a low bellowing chuff was given to break the silence. A clear and resounding call of “WARNING” the moment they would notice the dark wolf stepping out from the shadows. Tension would be felt like a fresh storm of electricity in the air ready to strike. The Lead huntress would no doubt cast her eyes to the wolves, she would find that upon observation of the wolves in their sentry positions, there would be a particular wolf that would reach out in remembrance to Shakira’s long lost memories. Shakira would recall this being the very same male her former Alpha female ran off with. What was he doing here? Could it really be him? Just then the mask against her jaws would almost humm? Was that the wind again? A cold chill would reverberate along Shakira’s spine but then grow warm with familiarity.

    Was a piece of her past now shared in this mask with her? She’d suddenly see a play on light within the masks reflection. A familiar tawny hued wolf, more straw in color, would come into view running with the mask in maw. Safety is what she felt, then followed shortly in vision would be her brother Syfka with the mask, carefully placing it in a secure place in the territory of WolfSpirits.

    Shakira knew this to be a sign of warning and connection.

    Before Shakira could have time to think..
    :blkwolfstare: “State your name and business quick then be on your way!” the brutes tones would be harsh and lapped with a deepness to it.
    * Rook The stone’s path ahead was fraught with opportunity to fall, dislodge stone, or otherwise prematurely end all manner of surprise. The stone here and elsewhere could likely be his kin just as much as stone that was touched by the ashen whose padfalls marred whatever they touched, wherever they went. Rook had climbed this path once and only to this very point before turning back; now, he led Ophaelos to their allotted place in the given moment. Now, fate and their paths to this very thread would see them through to the next anchor point…be it death or otherwise; now, they waited.
    * Shakira The Huntress would hear the warning, her next paw hesitating for only a second before she would continue forward to where she deemed fit to stop, bracing her paws strongly to the firm, cold earth as she stared down the nearest wolf. A flash of memory would take her for a moment as she recognized the dark wolf, his harsh tones bringing her back to a time that swirled with pain before the sensation would be replaced by peace and love, safety and security. As her mother before her and her brother after, she would feel strength surge through her heart and into her voice. “I am Shakira, Daughter of Kastria, my business is to see your blood stain the snow that clings to your land.” Her voice booming and echoing with a power not simply her own, bracing herself for a chase.
    Shakira might feel a mental unease within her as the tone and voice would confirm the wolf from long ago. A page buried deep in her past, resurfaced.
    :blkwolfstare: To the fae’s defiant tones the black wolf would grow strangely rigid and shocked in expression. “Kastria… ” the male wolf would utter in an almost disgustful tone. There would be an evil expression that washed over his face. “Fate is funny, then, for I’m afraid that your foolish endevour will see you stain this earth well before our own. ” his tongue lashed across his teeth. “… and how kind of you to bring me another trinket for my Alpha. Most pleased indeed.” The brutes head snapped and he barked. “AFTER HER!” suddenly all three wolves, each black and darker then the last would hesitate not even a second and off they tore, including the big dark brute from Shakira’s past.

    * Kova

    she would remain upon the hill-side, her eyes following the horizon as she could see the cavern in the far distance but as well the lone figures therein. She could feel the tension even from here and when she heard the very subtle and distant growls and the chase now ushering it’s tidle wave, she would quickly feel her frame press against a particularly large set of boulders that would hopefully cascade down with the rest. “Give Shakira enough time to get out of the way… then we push.” she ushered to Rowan.

    * Shakira A Huntress by nature and call, she would feel the rush of the hunt urge her paws to dig in and wait for just the right moment before she would turn and race away from her pursuers. She would have only a moments glance to see the gleam of fangs flashing before she would be off, the male who stole her former Alpha away would see his demise this day, her heart boiling at the thought.

    * Rook Rook would listen to the valley between what bouts of wind came whistling across the ledges. Even here, he could rightly hear the raised voices and see the muddy wolf confront her fate. Bravery and wisdom…come now, sell it and run, he thought before seeing said muddy wolf make a dash for it. Rook would turn to Ophaelos and refrain from dipping his nose in the silent exchange. Just a little more, he hoped his eyes would say before they turned to the stone and the task. Just where would be best to dislodge this part of the ledge?
    * Ophaelos .ೃ࿐ The sight of the three wolves tailing Shakira would cause the brute to narrow his eyes. He had faith in their Lead Huntess, who led them to plenty of quarries and defeated them as quickly as they were found among the wind. Her dexterity was unmatched, perhaps surpassing even his own, and such showed yesterday during the journey through the mouth of the ravines they traversed. Ophaelos would look toward Rook as they had a silent exchange, unmoving, yet both knew of their task and what lay ahead. Perhaps in unison, the brutes would look toward the stones beside them. His frame was rigid and undeniably unbowed, readying himself for when it was time to unleash the hell that was promised upon the hounds. *ೃ༄
    * Rowan Rowan could feel her anxiety creeping up on her, she wouldn’t let it get to her though. Her yellow gaze had followed Shakira’s disguised frame, she had faith in her mentor. She knew the fae would lead the hounds to their doom. Her orbs narrowed, noting three, perhaps four, wolves behind the Lead Huntress. She would look to Kova, nodding as she subconsciously moved closer to the boulders, but kept in mind not to actually push her weight into them yet. Not until Shakira was out of the way. Her yellow gaze would watch the wolves, an ear swiveled towards Kova listening for orders.

    * Shakira

    She would feel the storm chasing her, the breath of hungry wolves at her heels and understand the panic of her prey she had hunted innumerable times and would again. She trusted her pack to act when the time was right, but could she trust her own paws to carry her to safety? As her confidence began to slip, she would feel a vibration below her jaw where the mask held firm, a soft caress as if from another’s muzzle against her own and then..”Run my sunshine.” The voice, she had heard it so many moons ago within the WolfSpirits territory, and had grown to cherish it in her puphood. Her mother, she was here. Her paws would dig harder, faster, claws extending for firmer grip as she felt the air around her grow light, her body weightless as a dream of running through a meadow in spring. “Run.” Her brothers voice encouraged her further, reminding her of his own strength keeping her safe, he had never left her. Aiming for the gorge where she would filter the enemies through, she would growl low in her chest to hear the males words, a silent promise echoing in her mind for her mother and brother. ‘He will never touch this mask.’

    Shakira would see the gorge’s entrance and make for it swiftly and with speed. The water would still be turbulant as it would continue it’s meandering course with fresh snow melt. The fae’s skillful paws would see her safely through the narrow passage, and the wolves above in their positions would see her enter first, with 4 black wolves at her heels. There was just enough space between, however, that would afford Shakira a small break before the stones could fall. The time was now.

    * Kova she would feel the racing of her heart as her hues fell to the gorge and then back to where Shakira was leading their prey. Swiftly, now, swiftly and carefully she would whisper in her mind as if it could some how touch Shakira.

    Her shoulder would then slowly press further against her pile of stone, waiting. The resounding paw pads hitting water and stone beneath her would be the tell she safely made it to the gorge. She would peer below and see the fae running and the wolves quickly behind. She would then bark out.
    “NOW!” hoping that Rook and Ophaelos where ready and heard her. She ducked her head and shoulders into the stone, slowly pushing them forward. Over time, the stability of the rock is compromised, and eventually, the gravitational force acting on the rocks exceeds the resistance holding them in place. She would be that force.
    A few small rocks would let loose, falling down into the gorge, and slowly one by one, smaller more rounded stones fell and in a moment more, hopefully the bigger ones where to follow.

    * Rook

    Whip crack came the lightning and soon after the command, like thunder, tore through the distance. Rook had found his spot behind and slightly beneath his boulder of choice before he turned to watch the last few moments of Shakira’s flight from her pursuers. Kaylus was not among them…the Olc was not among them, but he could spare no moment for that disappointment. Rook would spurr his frame with the molten straw-hued brand of hate to push the stone and hopefully free it from its rest. Awake my kin. Awake and may you come to rest only after sending those worthy to the depths.
    * Ophaelos Shakira would more or less thread the needle on the wolves, and Ophaelos would be prepared when Kova called them forward to push the stones. With brute force, the wolf would collide against the rock he was near with his shoulder, curving his head against the side to use part of his neck to further move the heavy rock off of its stable placement on the earth. He held not much brawn in his body save for his shoulders, and so he would hope they would be able to carry the larger burden of the boulders weight. When the stone would loosen and tumble off the side of the sheer slope, the brute would look over the ledge to watch it fall, hoping that the rock would become one of the hounds’ headstones below. Would his timing and aim be true? His eyes couldn’t help but shift between the rock he had pushed and the others that had begun to fall, hoping that, at the very least, theirs would be.

    * Rowan

    Shoulder pressed carefully against the stone, she didn’t lean into it. Her orbs were following Shakira as she ran towards the gorge. Four wolves ran after her, four wolves that would meet their doom hopefully. Her ears were perked, one swiveled towards the running of the wolves, and the other behind them. She would wait, listening for Kova’s signal. The sounds of paw pads hitting water would find her shoulder firmly against the stone, at Kova’s command, she would lean into it. She ducked her head and shoulders into the stone, leaning and pushing into it. The stone would loosen with pure force, and if she was strong enough, fall to the depths below. Hopefully, she had managed to take one of the wolves with it.
    * Shakira She would enter the gorge and spot her packmates above, relief fluttering in her chest though she knew the battle wasn’t won yet. As she raced through the gorge, she would send water flying in her wake, the liquid washing away a good portion of her lower half to reveal her true color, though on she would go until she heard the echoing crash and tumble of rock against rock, picking up speed even as her breath came ragged, not wanting to be the victim of friendly fire though she knew she was well enough away that the rocks would miss her.
    Where sheer cliffs tower and rivers dance with relentless energy, a breathtaking drama unfolds: a rock fall, an event both awe-inspiring and perilous was set into motion to see the end. Here, amidst the rugged grandeur, nature unveils its raw power brought on by the wolves. Each side would rumble and stones would be set loose and free. Shakira would feel a few PINKS and PANGS against the mask that protected her face from falling stone. She would find her footing true as she raced through the gorge. Pink… pank… pooo……. prooooo… RO…OOROROOROOAORROAORAOROROAROAO! A cloud of dust would sweep swiftly down into the gorge and the black wolves only had time to look up and see what was coming upon them. A single few YALPPSSS would break the sound, echoing off the walls, and all the black wolves disappeared with Shakira as well.
    The stones that would be let loose in grandeur would do so at the help of Rowan, Kova, Rook and Ophaelos. There would be a deafening silence that would wash through the gorge and the cloud would whirl about, masking their view entirely. She would franticly search for movement. The water would be momentarily blocked with the sudden fall of stone, damming up it’s flow. When motion was noted, it would be water with a steady stream of crimson meandering slowly, tauntingly downstream. No black wolves in sight and nor was Shakira. Breaths held and hearts beat heavily. Where was their lead huntress?
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    There….! A glint in the rubble could be seen from the wolves vantage.
    * Shakira Feeling the sharp plinks and plunks of smaller stones hitting her frame and, graciously, the mask that shielded her face, she would run until the dust enveloped her and blocked her vision, praying that she would survive this. When the dust finally began to settle, she would stagger to her paws where she had crouched for cover, her coat now a mix of dark mud, patches of her usual red gold, and ashen dust. Shaking away what she could, she would feel a round of hacking coughs as she breathed dust and air, her gaze tilting upward to ensure she could see her pack above before peering into the cloud where the wolves had chased her. Success it would seem, then why still was tension so thick?

    * Rook

    Earth would be sundered and stone would shatter but not before bones and sinew were crushed beneath the weight of both moment and choice. Rook, not the raven, looked down to the path of the boulders and watched as Shakira’s frame vanished in the cloud of near-atomized stone and snow. His heart lept with the destruction of the dark wolves…whether Olc or not, death was dealt; however, Rook’s heart sank when he was near certain that they had just killed one of their own.
    Part 2
    “Kin of stone do not betray our intent. Release what is not yours to hold; bind what is to be bound in death!’ Rook would rage against the emptiness of the valley…but wait, had he caught sight of hope in the settling of the veil?

    * Kova

    when the dust settled and she saw no movement save for the red tint flowing from the water as it forced it’s way through the new dam, she would not see Shakira or the black wolves. Her paws would quickly pull into the earth. “Shakira!!” she called out with clear, emotional tones. Her heart felt as though she’d easily swallow it within her throat as she quickly began to descend the slope. They would have to climb up and over the recent fall now to get to the other side. She did so with as much haste as she could. Tripping over rocks and getting a leg stuck every now and then as she did. Scrapes and cuts from the jagged stone freshly cut with fall, she’d press up and over.

    * Ophaelos .ೃ࿐ Indeed, it would seem their aim would be true… but at what cost, when the sight of their Lead Huntress was not standing amidst the settled dust? When Kova and Rook would begin to leap down the narrow corridor leading toward the present graveyard, Ophaelos would follow quickly behind. His voice would call out between his pad falls, his eyes searching the area as the wolves try to make it down as quickly as possible. “Shakira—!” Had their aim been too true? *ೃ༄

    * Rowan As stones fell, her heart would hammer in her chest. The cloud of dust rose, and the yelps met her ears. It all seemed so.. satisfying. Until, she noticed her mentor was no where to be found. Had the stones caught Shakira too? No. That wasn’t true, she was safe. They just couldn’t see her, right? She was safe. Yellow orbs never wavered as she searched beneath the cloud of doom for movement, she held her breath. Her heart hammering in her ears, almost deafening.

    When Kova, Rook, and even Ophaelos turned, she did too. She quickly raced down the hill, hope etched across her features. “Shakira!!” Shakira was to return home with them, and she would call out, hope in her vocals and faith in her yellow orbs as she searched for her mentor.

    * Shakira She would see the tint of red as it flowed through the water, the stream undeterred by the rocks in its path. With a a soft snort through her nose, she would narrow her eyes to the pile of rock. “May you never know the grace of a gentle spirit, and forever find pain and darkness in your next path.” She uttered under her breath, sealing a closure she never knew she needed. As she heard the cries of her packmates, she would make to move towards the cliffside and offer a loud bark that ended in a strangled cry of her own. As her body stretched to move, she would feel white hot pain along her left ribs and center of her back, her legs crumpling as the adrenaline wore off. Unable to see the gash along her ribs, she would be left immobile for now, though she would find breath enough to emit a low howl so the wolves would know her location.

    * Kova the stream continued to flow the red streamers down the meandering vein, and the water cared not for it continued it’s life giving waters. It would be evidence enough that there was no survivors.
    As she would peak a top the rubble, she would descend with as swiftness as the fae could muster without continualing slicing herself up along the way. It seemed as though her heart and spirit cared not for the incovnencine of it’s slashes, as she would quickly get down to the other side.
    “Shakira??” she called and as the cloud whirled about a howl would reach her. It was faint, but it was there. “Shakira!… We’re coming…!” she called out in barking tones. The fae would no doubt hear them.
    Shakira would see the silvery hued fae emerge from the settling cloud of rock and dust and the distance was closed quickly. She looked over her shoulder. “Here!” she called out knowing they heard the howl in kind, but ensured to pin point her location.

    * Rook Several small fragments of time like shattered glass lay strewn about the fray represented in the hues of stone and blood-washed water. Rook, like his other compatriots, would be caught trying to scramble toward the semblance of hope not dared…scrambling toward the killing field in hopes they had not done the unthinkable. Rook would be halfway down the ledge when he heard or thought he heard Shakira’s howl. It needn’t be questioned, for soon after his court called out. Could Rook hear the desparation in his court’s voice? Had she seen Shakira or the extent of the wounds, or would they each come to her position to see for themselves the cost of their forray into the north?

    * Ophaelos .ೃ࿐ The blood sheening against the water like dew upon grass would be one of the most noticeable things about the scene, aside from the absence of the huntress. Following quickly behind at the Lore Master’s flank, his ears would prick sharply in the direction of Shakira’s song—one he has been accustomed to hearing at the end of many hunts. The noteworthy tones of her stress, however, sank the brute’s stomach further as they pushed toward the howl. Would the injured frame of Shakira come into view? The gash across her ribs was perhaps noticeable if it bled enough, and a glance would be shared among everyone from Ophaelos. Did they have enough clout to determine whether or not her injury was severe? Was she standing, were her breaths as labored as the wolves who chased after her? Time would perhaps tell once his eyes landed on her physique, where ever it may be. *ೃ༄
    :blkwolfstare: As the wolves would scramble down the side of the slopes, they would see equal dust and equal clarity from behind them. However, the fae wolf who had attended the three wolves who encroached on the pack’s territory, who saw their end, was attempting to escape the cavern. Unfortunately for her, the wolves at the top of the rubble had a perfect vantage and could see the female wolf dragging something out of the cavern? She was attempting to escape with a token, it seemed. Just before Ophaelos, Rowan, or Rook had made a decision to press on the females movements would catch both their attention and give them enough time to break the distance before the wolf noticed any of them. Would they go?
    * Shakira There would be a deep gash leading from the center of her back about a quarter of the way down her left ribs, the area still cloaked in mud and dust though now as well seeped crimson. She would lay crumpled on the ground against a boulder, her breath coming in ragged pants as the pain and exertion caught up to her. As Kovas silvery pelt came into view, she would give a weak few thumps of her tail to the earth, licking at her Alphas chin if she drew near enough, the mask still pressed firmly in place. When the others would also draw near, she would lay her head down to conserve her strength that was left.

    * Ophaelos

    .ೃ࿐ Ophaelos had been eyeing Shakira’s wounds, but that natural feeling… that feeling you get when you know you aren’t alone—that is what the brute feels around him. The wind, howling, chills his skin, billowing the long strands of his fur and his cheek tufts as he shifts in his place—yet his hair was already standing upon guard. When his eyes would leave Shakira’s frame to glance at the horizon, the silhouette of something or someone was moving in the distance. Narrowing his eyes on the figure, he would emit a low growl in their direction. What on earth was that thing they were dragging? A body, a pelt? The way the darkness shrouds the group and their surroundings makes it difficult to see the wolf, let alone what their token was. He couldn’t tell if this was a wolf part of the original group they had just crushed to death, or if this was a new wolf, but regardless, it would appear as though she didn’t see them yet. Exchanging a glance with everyone to see if they had seen what he saw, he wouldn’t act brazenly, looking toward Kova to see if they may have the opportunity to surprise them.

    * Rowan Her yellow gaze observed the very detail that supplied them evidence, the red stream. She was glad the northern wolves had fallen victim, but the worry was had her mentor fallen victim too? She would let the wolves ahead of her guide her, flanking Ophaelos as her thoughts flew through her mind. She held her breath, her paw pads hitting the ground beneath her. Her ears perked, a howl, familiar to her, rang out. “Shakira!?” She whispered subconsciously, head raising as she also noticed Kova’s vocals.

    As the tawny, red gold frame of her mentor came into view, Rowan would pause. Had they pushed the rocks too soon? Had they not taken something into account? Her eyes narrowed as she looked over to the pile of stone, she knew that those wolves’ death was likely instant, she couldn’t tell if it was fortunate or unfortunate. She looked back towards Shakira, stepping up to Ophaelos’ side to get a good look at her injured mentor. Her gaze was soft, ears pulled back as she stared down at her. Would she be able to make the journey back? Did any of them know any Caretaker knowledge to make sure- No, Shakira would make it back.
    Though, as she looked up from her mentor’s crumpled frame, she would tense, noticing someone in the distance. An unfamiliar wolf, her eyes narrowed, seeing that perhaps she was attempting to drag something.. someone? She’d share a look with Ophaelos, and Rook to, if he also saw it. She wanted to go, but she would wait, looking to the alphess instead.

    * Rook Movement beyond the fray would be caught before recognition swiftly came after. Would the others know this fae as he had; an unknown but lowly piece of Olc design, or would any know her more than he? Regardless, the Lore Master had settled into the mindset that he had when leading Ayaka toward the Morrigan’s gambit: Fate had taken its turn with the choices they provided.

    Rook would perhaps not see the full extent of Shakira’s wounds before he made his choice to pursue the fae at the cavern…none of them survived this, he resolved. As swift as his paws could gather, he’d be off.

    * Kova as she was already down the slope and approaching Shakira, she would quickly lick the fae’s ears and crown before looking her over quickly. She would be able to make out a gash of some sort along the fae’s back and down the rib, but it didn’t look to troublesome for the moment, for she couldn’t see with the mud in place. She nosed Shakira again.. “and the rock said unto thee, I cannot crush a WolfSpirit.” she ushered to the fae before sighing quickly. “Let me help you with the mask.”

    Slowly she pressed her nose along the masks edge, near her crown, before gingerly taking it in her maw. She would slowly and carefully pull it back. It took at least a few tugs before she could actually get it free for it seemed almost cemented on? Surely it was just some mud. Eventually the mask would be set loose from her face and she’d gently set it beside Shakira, nosing her. “Do not move. We will assess your wounds and get you what you need. Well done, Shakira. The task has been done. You did as you said you would.”
    She did not see the wolf in the distance or was afforded the vantage. If Ophaelos and Rowan had made any indication of trouble, she would quickly exchange a glance that would urge them to ensure it was safe and secured.
    “No one left.” she would see her court move off after said wolf.

    * Rowan

    The fae was unfamiliar to her, for she hadn’t been around when the attacks were set. Her wandering paws caused her to wander more frequently than she would’ve liked, that was why she wished to join the named wolves. To prove herself. She observed Shakira, unaware of just how bad her wounds were. She would dip her head to the fae, and then Kova.
    The glance in her and the snowy brute’s direction, along with the three words, was all she needed. The chosen didn’t want anyone left, and she would help ensure no one was left. Her tail was still, ears perked and swiveled forward. Rowan would follow after Rook, as quickly as she could, to match his pace.

    * Ophaelos   No one left. Without one more glance nor any word spoken, the brute would see it done. Ophaelos wouldn’t be very far off from the Lore Master in terms of strides, having only sprinted after him but a moment or two after he initiated the chase. What distance had befallen them was soon made up by Ophaelos’ haste, his slender toes spreading into the slush that encased the North as each powerful movement of his leg would swing forth like a pendulum. He wasn’t neck and neck with the Stone, but shoulder to flank, unable to truly close the full distance their strides put from one another and Rook’s fleetfooted headstart. Whether Rowan had followed behind them was a mystery, for Ophaelos was too focused on aiding the Lore Master in sealing this apparent ‘Olc’ of their fate.

     

    :blkwolfstare: The wolves would have the advantage on their quarry for the wolf continued to drag something from out of the cavern. The light of amber flickering across the cavern wall was now, no more. The she wolf who would go by no name now, would continue to attend to whatever finally saw her out of the cavern after the call of warning was made. The wolves would get fairly close before she even had a proper chance to react or run.
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    Into The Ice Crown | Chapter 10

    By Calder The Mystery, Storyline No Comments

    Role Play Notes | May 22nd, 2019

    The wolves of WolfSpirits where held at another temporary stop, waiting in hope that the missing wolves of their beginning party would re-join them. Including the Beta. Darth and Nightshade finally rejoined the pack after a few days and now they aim to keep going. A new wolf, Okkezzon, had joined the group, a wandering male who was looking for a place to call home?