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❝ all my life i've been so lonely, all in the name of being holy !! ❞
The fog was wonderous. It hung in the air, somehow both light and heavy as it hovered over the calm waters. There weren’t many waves right now, simply just the gentle sound of small waves lapping against the slate grey boulders that covered the shore of the large bay that occupied most of Sonora’s shoreline territory. Though, despite the calm, periodic waves, Marzena could tell that soon the fog would disperse into the air and the winds would pick up causing the waves to become more extreme and crash against the boulders, foamy and angry. She could tell by looking off towards the trees behind the shore as see the treetops off in the distance waving as if distant gusts of winds were pushing through their thick branches. She could only imagine those winds would reach the coast soon. Though, she was too mesmerized by the sunrise to pay attention to those idle thoughts. Wind was just wind. The sunrise, on the other hand, was breathtaking and it made the whole environment around her a serene paradise. With the scent of salt water beneath her nose and the gentle breeze ruffling through her light, tan pelt. The sky was alight with colour. Not just the usual yellow and orange streaking the sky in colour, but a brilliant pink. It struck the clouds above the fog and she could just see them glowing faintly through the thick fog. The sun rays themselves, which were spilling across the rippling ocean, were slicing through the fog in rays, catching light to the small insects that flew over the water.
This was where Marzena was most at ease. With the silence surrounding her and the soft ocean waves to lull her into a dream-like state. Her worries and her stressful thoughts were gone and her mind didn’t even think back to her usual morning responsibilities. The pack would be waking soon and would have to be organized into patrols for the morning, but she shook off those thoughts, knowing that either Pania or Elohim would organize the patrols. Maybe they would find her, maybe she would return before then. She wasn’t sure. She just wished to sit here, upon one of the large boulders that overlooked the vast sea and watch the sunrise through the fog, until the fog lifted and she was met with the brilliance of the day.
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age 4 years . rank chief of sonora . location the bay . tagged none
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❝ i’m going to be here until i’m nothing, but bones in the ground !! ❞
Sitting at the entrance to the large cove sat a large male. His legs long and lean, his fur thick and spiking up in his neck. He had a light pelt, but eyes were usually drawn to the large, black - also symmetrical - markings smudged along his sides. The chief of the sothern pack, Quadra. The original pack. Before they split and became two: Quadra and Sonora, south and north. Midas frowned and shook his head to disperse the thoughts. He hadn’t been alive when the split happened, being born soon after, but he had heard stories, fresh from wolves who had witnessed the whole thing. Not only elders told stories about the split, everyone did. Eventually, though, the wolves got tired of speaking of their weakest point in time and stopped telling the stories. His father, Bardou, especially. Midas only knew his uncle was Faolan, the founder of the new northern pack, Sonora, from the stories told by others. His father hated that the pack split and, while he never said it, the current chief knew that he had felt as if he had failed his pack, letting them fight and cause their world to flip upside down.
The chief remained stoic-faced as these thoughts swirled through his mind, he was good at that, keeping everything in check, perhaps that’s why he had been chosen to become chief instead of his brother, Fergus. Fergus who had left to join Sonora once Midas became chief. Only this caused a slight waver in his gaze. His brother who he’d grown up with. They, who were closer that ever, had been ripped apart when that branch of red cedar was placed before Midas’ paws and not Fergus’. A soft smile twitched at his maw as he silently reminisced about how they would always go and explore down by the ocean, chasing eachother with slimy, green seaweed and splashing each other with saltwater until the sunset turned the water red and orange. But Midas couldn’t imagine ever leaving Quadra, this was his pack and his home and he’d stay here forever. So, he had to say goodbye to those memories.
Another surprise came into Midas’ life when he stopped seeing old Faolan on patrols at the border or down by the ocean and instead saw a rosy female, her eyes alight with the same challenging, determined light they said was in Faolan’s eyes. He found out that she was his cousin after word got out of the first ever female chief. She remembered the elders’ scoffing words, “Only Faolan would ever appoint his daughter as chief. How do his sons feel?” Though, Midas wasn’t sure if Faolan even had any other pups. All he knew was that Sonora was breaking tradition and he could only imagine what other chaotic acts were going on beyond the river. Had she - he had heard her name was Marzena - even gotten the red cedar placed before her paws when she was appointed as the heir? Did the Sonora elders tell traditional stories? Or did they make up new ones or linger on stories of the Great Battle and the split? He nearly scoffed at the thought and he suddenly stood up, shaking out his pelt. It was early morning and he’d have to get a patrol sent out soon, Maybe I’ll lead the patrol today, to get out and stretch my legs. he thought as he turned to head into the cove. Before he turned, though, he caught sight of the sky through the thick fog that was settled over the land and grew thick across the water. The sky was pink, a deep, rich pink that even did so much as slice through the fog with pale pink rays. He couldn’t imagine that was good. Pink sky meant clouds were catching the pink glow and clouds meant rain and more often than not, rain meant a storm.
As he padded slowly towards the pack of the cove, where a rock jutted out over the water, he looked around. It didn’t seem as if many wolves were awake, but that would change soon. Midas walked past the dens a said a few words along the way to wake the wolves in each den. He usually just said a simple “Morning.” or a “Time to walk up”, but if the wolves didn’t listen (usually it was the young apprentices) he’d stick his muzzle into the den and say something his father used to tell him if he slept in, “The fish will catch eachother before you even reach the water!” It was said in a strict, stern voice to him and he used the same voice, but he was never actually mad and he usually chuckled softly when the wolves shot out of bed, their eyes still sleepy. He returned the the barnacle encrusted rock that jutted our across the low waters in the cove and sat down, waiting for his pack to gather beneath him. Him eyes specifically searching for the familiar pelts of his council members: Rhetta and Terra.
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age 5 years . rank chief of quadra . location cove - quadra camp . tagged pack
