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

[Muggafinn]

Ara:
The old wolf thought this over for a second before replying. "I have lived many years, Viho, far more than I deserve to be frank, but I still only posses an inkling of the knowledge that forms the Weave. It could have been a number of reasons, maybe they sensed something on the other two that you did not have, or something you have that they do not. Was there anything in the center of the clearing? A rock? A very large skull?" She questioned. "If you were standing in front of the other two, it could have simply targeted you out of the fact that you were the closer of the two." Ara got to her feet and shook out her fur. "One mistake wolves make is to think that all actions have meaning behind them. It could have just picked randomly."

[Solanum]

Viho nodded. "I realise that it could be random but I don't think it is... I've felt that same connection somewhere else before, but I can never remember for the life of me where..." He shook his head, forgetting about it. "We have more pressing matters to disguss, my own connection with things isn't included in that bracket..." He looked at Amar, raising his brow. "Well Amar? Can you remember anything about the clearing?" He put his paw up to his face, sighing. "Now that you mention it... I think there was a large skull in the center, roughly."

[Muggafinn]

Amar:
He nodded slowly. "Yes, I remember, there was a skull, I mean, other than the wolves. It looked like a deer to me, it had antlers and the teeth." He thought for a moment, eyes narrow. "Other than that it was just the fact that none of the wolves had been wounded when they died. The air tasted stale too, if I remember right." He twisted around to lick a cut on his shoulder that had been caused by a whipping branch as he raced past. "Why were there just wolf skulls around it? Would it only attack wolves? Though I didn't see many other animals."

Ara:
Ara hopped down from the rock, landing shakily and steadying herself with the help of Amar. "There are a few kinds of Weave-Beast, the one we encountered was not a deer by any account, or at least not any more." She thought for a moment, then waved a paw as she summoned a small rock. "Say this is a deer." She said, prodding it with a paw. "I have just killed this deer, but it's spirit is still neer by. I can take any part of the deer, though most use the skull, and bind that spirit to the skull using the Weave. The Weaver can then twist that spirit how ever they want. This was one of those charms, if my guess holds correctly." Ara closed her eyes, her mouth frowning. "But what powered it?" She asked, thinking hard.

[Solanum]

Viho looked back at her, frowning. "Maybe it was made by a weaver, long ago... That weaver could be dead but the charm would live on. Right? Or does the charm lose it's connection once the one that made it dies?" He cocked his head, sighing. This was all so confusing, so strange a conversation, but it was real life. Their lives... And they depended on it. "So we are dealing with a stag weave-beast... Great..."

[Muggafinn]

Ara:
She nodded. "So it would seem, but any thing that was Woven can be un-Woven, if you find the loose thread. "Now that it has awakened it will still be tired, it has slept for a long time, and the world had changed." Ara sighed and turned to face the East. "Trouble from both fronts, what is next? Attack from the sky?" She laughed.

[Solanum]

Viho smirked at her. "Don't joke about that, or it will happen... For sure... It is just the way things are." He chuckled softly, trying to avoid allowing his mind to wander back to the clearing, the wave-beast and the other things that were going wrong for the pack. He really didn't want to think about that sort of thing right now. It just wasn't good for him to always think bleakly, he had to lighten up a bit... But when on duty, he couldn't lighten up... It was just the way he was. "So, what can we do about it?"

[Muggafinn]

Ara:
"Well, there are a number of things, all of which would be hard. Though you may not have seen them, I have four Weave-Beasts that protect us, though they are made completely out of the Weave and resemble a snake, an owl, a fox, and a wolf." She had emphasized each word by patting a gray paw on the ground. "I could knock out all of the Woven Charms in this area, but it would take down our beasts as well as the Stag. I could make another Weave-Beast and send it to kill the Stag, but then we have to worry about the new Weave-Beast. Our last option is to bind it to a pebble or a blade of grass, then leave it somewhere desolate. It will starve, as it will have been weakened. The problem is, I need to be close to the skull to preform it."

[Muggafinn]

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[Solanum]

Viho sighed, looking down at his paws. "I'll do it... I will fetch it." He gulped, looking around at the others. "My life means nothing compared to the collective life of the pack. It would be my honor, even if it meant that I died as a result. Don't try and stop me, if it can be brought to you. I'll do it." He dipped his head, standing tall, his chest puffed out. To die for his pack would be the greatest honor...

[Muggafinn]

Ara:
She nodded, narrowing her eyes. "The fox Weave-Beast will meet you near the border, it will tell you what to do, hopefully. I haven't refreshed his charms in a while." Ara added and turned to face the rising sun. "It will be weaker in the light of day, make haste, Viho! Perhaps it would be best if I went with you." She considered, getting to her feet again and shaking out her fur. "You are either very brave, or very foolish, and letting you die for your pack in a preventable danger would be foolhardy on my part, and mine alone." She started padding through the camp, eyes set and determined. "It should know I am coming, it might even be enough to make it flee."