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

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[iomedae]

Ravyn watched the wolves leave. She yawned, to tired to do anything. She lay down, and closed her eyes. She day dreamed, not wanting something importent to happen when they got back. She rolled over on her stomach, thinking of when she was a pup and would roll around in the dirt.

[Muggafinn]

Amar:
The brown wolf sat down with a yawn next to Ravyn and rested his chin on his paws. How could Viho be so unfazed by the whole episode with the Stag? No wonder he was Second in Command. He should have gone with them, what if Ara was hurt, or worse? "I wonder how she does it?" He asked Ravyn, watching and ant crawl across the dry dirt in front of his nose. "She will keep on living until she is killed or finds some one to take her place as Weaver, but what happens if we don't find a Weaver?" He asked, worry creeping into his voice. "Will I die before she does?" He questioned, suddenly hopping to his feet. 'What can I do?"

[iomedae]

Ravyn opened her eyes. "Don't worry. Ara is smart and brave. She'll find it soon," She reasured Amar. She rolled back over on her stomach. She licked her paw, trying to get some dirt off of it.

[Muggafinn]

Amar:
He nodded and turned away, getting to his feet with a yawn. The food pile in the center of the camp was devoid of meat, so he decided to go hunting. "When they get back, would you mind telling them that I'm out hunting?" He called over his shoulder as he loped out of the camp. The forest was calm and warm, but it still had a stifling, choking feel to it. Again he thought of the Stag, could more forgotten creatures be lurking around every corner? Was that mouse also a demon? There were no deer, or anything suitable to eat, but he found a carcass of a boar to chew on.

[Solanum]

Viho looked back, growling loudly. Without thinking first, he lunged at the back of the weave-beast, staying far from the antlers. "Come on you big goat! Fight me!" He held on tight, shifting his weight as it moved to avoid falling. It wasn't as if he hadn't done it before, he was quite used to it actually. "How much longer do you need?" He growled again, biting at the back of an antler.

[Muggafinn]

Ara:
"More time!" Howled Ara as she concentrated on the skull, twisting the Weave from it into a pebble resting by her forepaw. The pebble had begun to shake and rock back and forth rapidly, skittering along the ground. The Weave from the skull was dwindling as it was all transfered to the rock, piece by piece. The Stag tore away from Viho and raced at Ara with a bellow. The Stag's horns grazed by and inch from the tip of her nose, the deer was far larger and stronger than it had been when it was alive. The pebble was literally hopping up and down now and the massive deer skull was shrinking, the antlers falling off and turning to dust with twin 'huffing' sounds.