*Weaver's Wars* Literate Wolf Role play. Accepting!

[Solanum]

Viho nodded, shuddering as he took it all in one last time. "It makes no sense to me, what do you think could have happened? It must have taken a while whatever it was..." He shrugged, frowning as he sped up to gain distance between them and it. It was creepy for sure, yet it intrigued him... He was curious.

[Muggafinn]

Amar:
"I've seen Ara do something a few times, where she kills an animal using her mind. Could another Weaver have done this?" He asked, a bit of the fear leaving his voice. Weavers are powerful, but not unbeatable. "It could have been an illness of the mind, there is the White-Mouth sickness, it makes a wolf go crazy." Amar was thinking out loud, a habit that he often reverted to. "If a Weaver did this, they ight still be here and alive. Viho, I know this is interesting, but unless we want to add two more skulls to this 'collection' I suggest we make ourselves scarce!"

[Muggafinn]

((bump))

[iomedae]

Ravyn sighed. She was offically completly bored. She decided to go explore. She hopped up, and trotted around camp territory, but easily tired of it. She padded out of the territory, and yelled back "Going exploring, be back soon! With some herbs, hopfully..." She said the last part to herself and left.

[Solanum]

Viho nodded with a gulp, frowning as he took another look back at the bones. "Lets go..." He ran off quickly, growling to himself as the scent of other wolves reached his nose. "Amar... Do you smell that? Or is it just me... I'm not certain..." He sniffed again, sighing. The scent wasn't there any more, it must have been his imagineation... "Sorry Amar, false alarm. There is nothing here..." And with that, he sped up again, growling at himself for being so foolish. Another wolf indeed...

[iomedae]

Ravyn trooted along, quickly picking up herbs, and gently putting them in her mouth. She walked around, not seeing a large hole, and stepped in it. She yelped loudly, suprised. She got up quickly, and continued picking herb and hummed a song. She brought the mouth-fulll of herbs back to camp, then went back out. She lay in the sun for awhile and dozed off.

[Muggafinn]

Amar:
"Ara should hear of this, but we have to leave." He spun around and trotted out of the clearing, padding off into the bushes. "She might send a crow later, don't hesitate to talk to a bird!" He laughed as he trotted along, happy to be out of the evil place. He felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "Did you notice anything else odd about the clearing?" He said, almost to himself. "If there was anything else about it that we might of missed Ara could send back crows, and I don't want her to do that." The tawny wolf shuddered. "Not at all."
Ara:
The old wolf had climbed to the highest point in the camp. The Healer, she noticed, was returning with some herbs. That was good, supplies didn't restock themselves. She felt something enter the borders of her realm, near Viho and Amar. What ever it was, it was large, and gaining on them. "I have to warn them!" She thought, her mind racing franticly. She hadn't expected the threat to be there after so many years, how could it still be alive?

[Muggafinn]

((bump))

[Solanum]

Viho froze in place as he looked around, a cold breeze rushing through his fur. "Amar... Please tell me you can feel that too..." He could feel cold shivers running down his spine, a rush of death towards them. "We have to go... Now..." He turned around, breathing heavily as he started to walk back towards camp. "Amar... Tala... Hurry. Come on. Lets go... Quickly." He burst into a run, whining loudly. He was frightened, very frightened.

[Muggafinn]

Amar raved after him as the breeze ruffled his fur in the wrong direction, but that wasn't what was giving him the chills. He leaped over a log and skitter on the slick mud, trying to regain his balance before what ever was chasing them caught up. He shot off with a spurt of mud, franticly pumping his legs. The first of the Huru border markings whipped in and out of his sense of smell. The thing that was chasing them wasn't turned until the passed into Ara's realm, where the borders that mattered lay.