── ‘ the uninvited

[unnamed]

𝙵 𝙾 𝙻 𝙺 𝚅 𝙰 𝚁 ── † ── "i fear nothing but the God's judgement"
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( shaman ) ( male ) ( six years ) ( tagged: anubis, zuri, albatross, thanatos, rest of pack ) ( mentions: basically everybody )

Anubis' taunting had no affect on Folkvar who remained stone faced, the loner knew well enough who the shaman in these parts were. All those years ago it had been Folkvar who escorted Anubis from the territory while Laurens had rested his wounds from the battle and the parting words still rang in his own mind, Come here again and you'll meet Fenrir sooner than you'd like. They'd left the bruised and battered male at the edge, watching for long minutes as the wolf left. When Anubis countered Folkvar's own implication of his motives with accusations about Laurens the black pelted shaman stared the other down. He'd been very aware of Lauren's sneaking around and had thus far not busied himself with it. However, now that it'd been brought to other's attention it seemed it would have to be dealt with. In silence he watched as Anubis turned on his heel and disappeared into the brush. Things had just gotten much more complicated.

As the three wolves placed behind him spoke and began turning back in the direction of camp Folkvar remained still, watching in the direction where Anubis disappeared as his mind raced with newfound thoughts. Anubis had claimed that Lauren's sneaking around was because of some loner female, troubling indeed. If this was the case, and he prayed it wasn't, the pack's trust could falter in its leaders. They could stand alone instead of together and that only meant the omen was beginning to take form. This would have to be addressed immediately. Though a large part of him hoped that this was a clever ruse to cause a rift in the pack a smaller part of him knew that the lone wolf have no true reason to lie. He didn't want Laurens' chased out. He wanted to fight him and win. Sighing quietly Folkvar turned and trotted after his companions.

He was shocked that Albatross was comfortable enough to hang back and walk by his side while Zuri and Thanatos carried on in front; even more curious to him was that she inquired about the healing properties of plants. "They possess properties capable of healing certain ailments. Some must be eaten, others chewed up and applied to the skin. Different plants are capable of different things but all are useful to us," he explained simply. He doubted she was very interested in a full detailed explanation and at the moment Folkvar wasn't very interested in giving one either. There were other, most worrisome things on his mind. Like what to do about Anubis and what to do about Laurens? A few moments of thought and Folkvar had already decided on a plan, a course of action that would either force Laurens to come clean about his indiscretions or prove he had done nothing wrong.

As the four reentered the camp he heard Thanatos mention he'd be leaving again, this time to search for Kesera and Isorro. Folkvar had other things in mind as he stepped in front of the brute, "No, remain in the camp. We'll call them back. The two are able- bodied and more than capable of defending themselves." Folkvar motioned the wolf back towards the camp before dropping his voice so only Zuri, Albatross, and Thanatos would hear, "No one is to mention anything of what Anubis has said about Laurens. I will deal with this privately and should anything need to be revealed to the pack I'll do so once I'm sure of what's going on. Understood?" Folkvar stepped further into the clearing before tipping his head back and howling loudly, calling not only Kesera and Isorro back but any other wolf who may be patrolling the area. The matter of Anubis had to be addressed immediately. They'd said before no one left the camp alone but now more than ever it had to be stuck to. Padding to the center of camp the shaman awaited everyone's arrival.

𝙺 𝙴 𝚂 𝙴 𝚁 𝙰 ── ♦ ── "my forgiveness is not my weakness"
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( subordinate ) ( female ) ( four years ) ( tagged: isorro ) ( mentions: folkvar )

Kesera jumped slightly in shock at the small nip that landed on her hip, she hadn't quite been expecting it but after the inital feeling wore off she rolled her eyes with a soft laugh, "Let's go you overgrown pup." Her words were light and teasing as she easily leapt over a protruding root. Despite her size she was surprisingly graceful but even in these woods where she wasn't a native she often found herself tripping or stumbling over one thing or another. It seemed like much of the pack did as well though so perhaps it wasn't all that unusual here. She'd been born in a different part of the forest several miles from where the pack called home and there it had been much less dense. You'd been able to see the forest floor and wolves could walk side by side; it was like the Gods had hidden this part from the world itself to create a small sliver of worship and paradise. Strangely enough she liked it.

"Of course not you rowdy chicken," her words were once again teasing and this time she didn't hide her soft chuckle. Isorro had never done much to make himself appear bigger than any other wolf so to see it, and especially with no danger around, was rather amusing to her. It did bring an odd sense of security which the female found relaxing though. It was as if he were prepared for anything that may come their way. Should they be attacked he was ready to fight and defend the two. It was alluring to her and appealed to her protective nature as well.

As Isorro admitted to his own irritation her eyes revealed her sympathy, "As I've noticed. Their own emotions affect you more than I believe you realize." She wouldn't admit it but she often found herself watching Isorro when she wasn't already occupied. It was intriguing to see so much of the pack seemed to calm at his very presence, as if he carried a literal wave of tranquility with him that soothed minds and bodies. However it seemed to come with a price, whenever the bickering or tension didn't fade at his entrance it seemed he clung to it without meaning to. It took his own peace from him and made the wires that existed within him very tense. The slightest disruption and it seemed like they would snap without warning. Hearing that he believed the little trip would bring him peace made her feel giddy. Obviously he hadn't said it was the trip he was taking with her but she couldn't help herself from inserting her own presence into the situation. Of course it was because she was here that he'd have such a nice time. Had it been anyone else he'd be just as tense as he always was in the camp.

She abruptly stopped as he apologized to her and for a moment she was rather confused about what, it wasn't until he mentioned the camp that the words clicked in her mind. "Oh," was the quiet reply before concern filled her honey eyes, "Oh, no you didn't frighten me. I should be the one apologizing. I should have been more careful waking you." Admittedly she had been a bit forceful and abrupt in waking him, she'd simply dragged him out of it instead of gently lulling him from it. Warmth filled her chest as he came forward to lick her cheek and neck. Had she been capable of blushing her face would be velvet red at the moment. Instead a sheepish smile overcame her features as she continued forward. Silently she was trying to convince herself not to think more into his actions than what they meant, they were there to comfort her not to be a declaration of love or affection. Still, there was always the chance.

It wasn't long before the mountains came into view, grey masses rising tall above them with jutting rocks that led straight to endless skies. Though they were supposed to be patrolling she couldn't help but stop and sit quietly for a moment, admiring the great sight. Once upon a time she had dreamed of scaling the mountains to reach the top. Behind her her tail wagged slowly, a sure sign of her pleasant peacefulness in the presence of such things. "Can you imagine getting all the way to the top? Being above everything and seeing for miles and miles around you," it was only after she finished speaking that her head turned to look at Isorro for his own opinion. Not many shared her same feelings about mountains, many saw them as dangerous. Her thoughts were cut short by the sudden interruption of Folkvar's howl, her ears dropped against her head in disappointment, "Do you think it's important?" She could only assume it had to be as the shaman rarely called for others but Kesera was desperate to keep her hold on this solitary moment with Isorro.

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Thanatos, was slightly annoyed that Zuri didn't say much. Had she not realized that he was looking out for her well being. Their walk back to camp had been awkward and he was especially happy on the inside when it was over and he was departing from camp once again, only to be stopped by the Shaman. He rolled his eyes at Folkvar's words before turning around to the higher up and nodding. "No one is to mention anything of what Anubis has said about Laurens. I will deal with this privately and should anything need to be revealed to the pack I'll do so once I'm sure of what's going on. Understood?" Again, Thanatos nodded. After Folkvar howled he was sure that the two sleeping wolves would soon wake, and now that he needed to stay here he decided to approach Zuri once again.

[color=#808080]Thanatos took the few steps to Zuri's side and nudged her, "care to share the sheer importance of this flower with me?" He gazed down at the small fae, his face blank, but there was a very tiny, hardly noticeable spark in his eyes when he looked at her, she was beautiful. Thanatos let out a soft snarl, suddenly realizing he now might be startling her, "I mean, uh, the brute was lost for words. He had no idea what to say or where to take this conversation. He prayed to Vor that the other two wolves returned quickly. There was a slight breeze picking up and he could feel the ends of his thick fur blowing ever so slightly and his ears twitched at the birds chirping in the forest. He laid down, resting his head on his paws. Waiting.

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Nyx, now very confused looked at the female. She raised an eyebrow in what could only be taken as disbelief.“Are you sure? What is that even supposed to mean? But nonetheless it is still nice to meet you.” She looked around her into the forest. She had been alone this whole time and had not had any encounters, for if she did, she would remember. The only wolf she had seen in the past week was Onyx, in this moment. Nyx stood up now, ready to bound off if she needed to. She kept trying to see what it was that the other wolf described as one of their subordinate wolves but once again to no avail.

Taken aback by the beta's nurturing words, Nyx's expression only turned to more disbelief. Being welcomed to stay closer to the boarders? She shook her head, [color=#4080BF]"well I've been thinking, if it isn't too much trouble right now, that I might be able to meet with your alpha, I've been considering pack life for quite sometime but I haven't ever ran in to anyone this kind." She watched as the female jumped down from her perch, Nyx could smell the decaying scent too. She decided to follow her new friend, as it seemed like the female had almost waited for her. That's when she heard the howl, she froze,"What's that all about...?

[Coastal Coyote]

It was clear that she had annoyed Zuri, though part of her didn't care. She was harsh, she knew it. No use in apologizing for being who you are. Especially since Albatross saw no reason to change that save for making sure she didn't stand out too much. But she felt more comfortable in that right now, more bold. With what just happened she imagined that all of these wolves' thoughts were so intensely focused on the stranger they had encountered that she could grow two extra heads right now and they wouldn't take that much notice. Regardless though, she did want to be understood in this case, for Zuri's sake. She had no qualms with her, and did not react harshly toward her out of hate or in an attempt to belittle. Albatross had not known her long, but the smaller female had so far only been pleasant to be around. Less threatening than the others, and with her almost bird like flitting about a bit of a calming affect. Of all the wolves in the pack, Albatross felt the least on edge with her around, though even with her there was a constant tension.

"Does a predator really need a reason to kill you?" She asked, calling ahead to the disgruntled pale wolf. "Boredom is reason enough for many. Best to do as little to draw the attention and especially the scorn of a predator that you cannot defend yourself against." Whether or not she was the alpha made little difference. If an opportunity opens up for the stranger to find her alone, she's given him all the reason he would need to dispatch her just by her manner from before. Besides that, if she understood his bringing up the little explorer correctly, the dark male could use the death of a pack mate to hurt him or an injured one to draw him out. Set a trap, or leave him with a sense of sorrow that made attacking easier. "Please be more careful. She added, as a last ditch effort to calm the situation, in her own forward way. Though, now that she had said it, she noted that it could just as easily be taken as an omega commanding her, once again, what to do instead of just being well meant advice. Oh well, it wasn't like she could take the words back.

She turned her head sharply as the Shamen spoke back to her, having forgotten that she had asked anything at all during Zuri's display of frustration. The fact that he had bothered to answer at all made her stop in her tracks for a moment. She hadn't really expected it, but quickly regained herself and continued on. It wasn't like he or any of them were particularly rude or anything, so she shouldn't have been surprised. And yet, she was.

More surprised though, to hear what was done with the plants to draw out the healing properties. Albatross had thought that sacrificing plants to a god made no sense, but it made more sense than this did. He was serious? Plants had literal healing abilities? On top of that came more questions, like how they worked, and if it was all plants or just specific ones? Did they all work differently? How was any wolf to remember all the different plants and ways to apply them? But she refrained from asking him any more, as it was clear that now was not the time. Nor did she particularly feel up to conversing with him any more than she already had. More in one day than perhaps the whole time she had been there. Even now she felt herself involuntarily shrinking back from him, muscles itching to pull her away to safety. He was... well, that was something else she didn't understand about all of this. They had reacted in such a way to the large scraggly wolf, but shouldn't they be more fearful of one that could apparently communicate with the gods? How mysterious that sounded, and terrifying.

And a whole other world she couldn't understand. These plants, this pack, their direct link to the gods? All of it seemed to go right over her head. Everything did, for that matter. Albatross often felt like she had the mental capacity of a log. A brainless brute only good for one thing: the kill. And only then if she could catch it out of water. A fish out of water, that was what she was. She even worked better while in if, and certainly caught more prey. That she had yet to share with their whole sacrifice system...

Which the thought of only made her shrink ever further from Folkvar. She should really take her own advice. If she didn't feel capable of handling a situation with their Shamen, or anyone for that matter, she should draw as little attention to herself as possible. Albatross stopped short of the camp as the others entered, and stayed back among the trees. She lowered her hind quarters and watched as first Thanatos searched for the wolves who had gone on patrol before, and then as he resigned to laying over by Zuri after Folkvar's command to stay put. He instructed them not to repeat what they had heard about their alpha, which she returned with a quizzical look, and then away. Was it really supposed to be a secret, if it were indeed happening? Why would something like that even matter? That was hardly the worst thing Laurens could do, if it was even a bad thing at all. Quick glances to the others didnt do much for answering this.

Anubis. The large white beast tried out the stranger's name on her tongue, deciding it had a nice ring to it. Had any of them mentioned his name while the wolf was among them? She didn't recall it. Should she have said something then, asked something then? If Albatross was recalling it correctly, Anubis was the name for their Fenrir, she though. Both were names for the god of the underworld, right? How that played in, she wasnt sure. But it couldnt mean much good. Maybe this wolf was what they had been waiting for? The Shamen called out, voice carried far for the pack to return. Soon they would be surrounded. Something she could do without.

[cheshire.]

𝙇𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙨 ✧❱ position: alpha ！！ statistics: 7 ♂ ！！ tags&mentions: daenerys, folkvar, ophelia, isorro

As Laurens munched away on his meal he perked his ears at the comment on Dany's mother. "You Stormborns are all very gifted," he said, "I bet she was beautiful." He had said that to try and compliment her lineage but realising the way it might've come out, Laurens suddenly choked on his meat and flustered himself. "I mean, not like that! I m-mean I know she's probably beautiful but I'm not interested, I'm interested in you," the wolf stumbled over his words with his cheeks red. He thought to himself that he probably shouldn't have said anything at all but he wanted to recognise her talents that had been gifted down to her by her mother and those before. Knowing that she left prey for Vor piqued his interest. Laurens himself had never done it personally. He had done it through the paws of another like Folkvar and Kozen and was interested in the effects of doing so directly. If Daenerys had this much success then he had half a mind to try it. He continued to eat away at the rabbit after Dany discarded it to him, more than happy to keep filling his stomach. The wolf hardly ever hunted small prey like this and he had forgotten the tender taste of rodent compared to the gamey flesh of deer. This was yet another element that Daenerys' lifestyle had over his. She never had to go to great efforts to eat. They were always on the reverse spectrum of each other in how they lived so it came as a surprise that they fitted together so well when united.

He was always keeping Daenerys informed on the life of the pack. This was both because it provided entertainment and information to her but also so she was familiar when the time came across to meet them all. He knew that Ophelia had met Dany before and this comforted him, knowing that Ophelia would likely be in favour of her joining. He nodded idly at her words, swallowing so he could clear his throat and speak, "Ophelia is inclined to like him because he is chivalrous to her, she doesn't see the overall attitude he has towards the pack as a whole." He hated to blame it on chemistry between wolves but surely that had to be the reason for him to favour her and her to accept him. It was all he said to Dany though since she saw the very best in people and Laurens couldn't help but feel pessimistic over the ordeal.

Nodding in compliance of her suggestion to head to the river, Laurens let the carcass hang in his jaws as they exited the den. While she stretched, Laurens dug a shallow grave in their meadow, burying the food. This was no offer to the gods, simply a way to preserve what was left should either of them return to it. He chuckled at the idea of giving the gods leftovers. Folkvar would smack him over the head if he ever did such a thing. Cocking his head towards her, Laurens smirked and nodded, "Challenge accepted." Without letting her count down the alpha bounded past her to one of the tunnels out of the meadow. He shoved himself through and threw his shoulders forward in order to take off. His partner had a higher speed than him so he had to get the head-start in order to keep up the lead. Laurens' stamina could keep him running for more than a day but ultimately he stood no chance against Daenerys who was both enduring and agile. Whilst dodging around trees and leaping over any obstacles, Laurens was extra cautious to make sure he didn't drag his scent across anywhere. It was his territory but he was mixed with Dany's and didn't want anyone to read the messages between the two just from their scent. At some point Daenerys managed to pass him and Laurens gave a short bark of frustration that she was so fast. Coming up to the ledge of the river he could see her poised over it and instead of stopping beside her he knocked into the she-wolf, sending the two flying into the water.

The transfer from warm air to freezing water jolted the wolf into action. He was a proficient swimmer and managed to centre himself in order to find the way up. As Laurens' head emerged he paddled to where he could touch the ground, only a small trek to the other side. This was the border of his land but to his knowledge, there were no resident packs on the other side. With the weather warm enough to swim, Laurens busied himself cocking his head at the waters as he watched fish swim past. Once or twice he dived his head under only to come up empty. "This looked a lot easier when the bears did it," he lamented, looking over towards Daenerys. With their coats flattened down they looked even smaller but he still maintained his opinion of her beauty. The wolf wagged his tail from within the water, feigning a lunge to encourage her to play.

Their game had no chance to begin because a howl rang out through the forest. Laurens immediately halted, turning his head towards the pack camp. He recognised Folkvar's voice and felt his gut drop. It was rare for the shaman to ever assert his authority and command them all back to camp like that. Recalling the earlier moment of tension in the den, Laurens regretted not listening to the forests' warning. Whatever the call was for, it included Laurens. He immediately thought to Anubis who only wished to see him dead and then to Daenerys. Had they not been careful enough? They only ever met in an area only accessible to them and until today they had made no mistakes in cloaking their scents. While Laurens feared nothing, perhaps a little foolishly, he knew that the other wolves did not bode well with Anubis nearby - his girlfriend included. There was so much hidden hate and sneaking around that Laurens knew at some point it would all come to fruition and he would have to suffer the consequences. He did not worry about his pack's reaction. Those loyal to him would see positively upon his choice of mate. What worried him was if they would be angry he kept her from them for so long. He imagined Isorro would joke about it for weeks after, Salem would jeer, Onyx would roll her eyes. All of it would bring change but if they were family, they could surely come to accept her as he had. "No more of this shadow play," he murmured, looking to Daenerys. "I have to go to them. I know you're not ready so I won't ask you to come, but I must leave."

Dragging himself out of the water he shook his pelt out and waited for her to come out. He knew when he arrived at the camp that he would face trial but like usual, Laurens was confident in his good intentions. He only feared for how Daenerys would take all of this. Now they were under a pressure that hadn't been apparent before. If Folkvar wanted Laurens to produce Daenerys to the pack he wasn't sure he could ask that of her. Giving a long sigh he resigned himself to the fact that he would have some explaining to do.

[na'vi.]

ＤＡＥＮＥＲＹＳ ──x❝i do believe it is time for another adventure.❞
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Dany watched as Laurens buried the rabbit, presumably for safe keeping. As giving a God your leftovers would certain invoke wrath instead of favor. It was only a matter of moments that the male had said challenge accepted and bolted off without another word. Shock draped her muzzle as it seemingly fell to the forest floor. That cheeky son of a gun. Daenerys sprang forward, her paws kicking up clots of dirt in her wake. Her strides were elongated and agile, her small frame shooting through the entrance to their secluded meadow like a bullet from a gun. She weaved around trees and patches of dense foliage that threatened to trip her as she streamed ahead, smirking over her shoulder at Laurens as she passed him.

What she lacked in brute strength she made up for in speed and endurance. She found herself soon trying to leap over a fallen log, only halfway through realizing it was far too large for her to jump without proper planning. Her hind got stuck over it and slammed into the log. She gave a sharp whine before scrabbling over, her own pride overcoming the stinging pain that stung like fire in her hind legs and hips. That'd hurt later tonight. With the sudden setback she was just barely ahead of Laurens and she paused forwards, her claws digging into the peaty soil and helping to further spur her forward. A small yip of excitement could be heard from her frame as she streamed ahead, skidding to a stop at the rivers edge her lungs barely had to work much harder than usual as she drew in lung fulls of air over the river. "I gotcha! What do I wi-" She began to laugh our, her voice breathy as she tried to catch her breath. Her statement was cut short as she was slammed into the river. Bobbing up the surface she laughed, her paws churning under her petite frame.

"Oh you jerk! It's freezing in here!" She yipped playfully, her ears flattened to her skull as the current tried to tug at her frame. She struggled for a moment to free herself of the current but eventually her paws scraped pebbles and sand of the shore. Thank the Gods. she thought internally, wading up from the river, opposite to Laurens and watching him try to catch a fish. A string of laughter came from her soaked frame and she smiled, "Bears are built for fishing silly." She replied, only to smirk as his playful lunge. Just as she was to dip into a playful bow a howl filled her ears, whipping around the female cocked her head slightly, ears perked. She knew that howl as Folkvar's, something was awry with the pack if he was calling out to Laurens. As such was evident as she turned, noticing the complete change of being that overtook him. A whine escaped her as she realized, their time would be cut short. She understood, but still it made her heart ache. His following words gave way to a frown on her face and she nodded in understanding.

She padded close to him, not nearly enough for even their pelts to touch. He needed to remain scentless of her, once again she returning back to the invisible life of a fake bachelorette whom merely lingered in their territory. "I understand Laurens. Go check on the pack," She began, wagging her tail slightly, "thank you. For not forcing my paw on this." She added, restraining herself from reaching forward to nuzzle him. She padded ahead of him with a soft smile, "I can take care of all of this here. Go see what is wrong, something has happened based on the sensation earlier and now your Shaman's howl." She added gently, pausing to turn to him, worry clear in her gaze that burned with steadfast love for him, "And please be safe, I know Anubis has been roaming lately- I wouldn't put it past him to try something." She spoke fretfully, parting with him quickly. She had to or she'd grow upset, like ripping off a bandaid it had to be quickly. She needed to rid of his scent in the den they shared and anywhere else where she was known to linger.

As she trotted forwards she couldn't help the disappointment that clouded her mind. Todays visit had been productive and delightful. She could feel her love and bond with him strengthen with each passing moment they shared and it had all come to a screeching halt because the Gods just can't bear to leave the mortal world in which the wolves lived upon alone. It striked anger deep in her belly and a snarl ripped from her throat, her ears slowly melting into her wet pelt. She hadn't even cared that she was still soping wet, she was beyond mad, she was pissed. Shaking her head finally she pressed on wards, slipping into their secluded meadow and throwing herself down in a heap of grumbling.

As time passed she finally got up, pressing her nose to the soil and sniffing out anywhere that her scent and Laurens' were mingled. She rolled in them, masking them with her own scent. She continued to process until her coat was filthly. Yet she had one more place to tackle, their den. It would be a task and half but she trotted towards it, casting nervous glances over her shoulder as she slipped into it, making it a point to rub her body along the entrance and opening to it. Finally inside it she relished in Laurens' lingering scent before she seemingly threw herself down, rolling about like a moth old pup with an insatiable scratch on their back. She'd not stop her rolling until the den and meadow reeked of her.

ＩＳＯＲＲＯ ──x❝the true strength of a man is in calmness.❞
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◀ ❰ sub ❱ ❰ male ❱ ❰ 4 ❱ ❰ crush: Kesera ❱ ❰ tags: kesera ❱ ❰ mentions: - ❱ ▶
Her reply to his playful antics forced a hearty chuckle to come from the male, giving just the perfect distraction for one of his paws to become tangled within the upwards growing roots of the trees that surrounded them. Luckily the male caught himself, just in time too as his face was mere seconds away from slamming into the ground. As he rose he was able to watch Kesera traverse the land with a gracefulness that his body simply didn't possess. She was able to seemingly delicately hop and glide through the woods whereas was comparable to a bull in a china shop. He'd been birthed a loner pup, along with 3 other siblings and he had walked across many lands in his earliest years of life. Now though as he had settled with this pack he found his dexterity lacking in the recent seasons.

His ears perked at her calling him a rowdy chicken and he snorted with laughter, this time careful to not lose his footing. "If I'm a rowdy chicken what does that make you?" Beautiful. Came his mental reply, which was followed by a soft sigh. If only he could tell her how beautiful he thought she was. That she was his missing piece. If only he could muster up the courage. Her next statement forced a sigh from him, he wanted all in the pack to be as serene and tranquil as he was, to enjoy the small things and take all in moderation. Yet there were so many nervous and aggressive characters in the pack that his own efforts seemed in vain, stripping his own wires till they felt frayed his only source of comfort when times like that arose was her. "I just wish everyone would calm down, look at the silver lining sometimes. Even when I myself can get moody from their own palatable aggression you are a source of calmness for even myself." He confessed, his tone held unwavering honesty in it as he spoke and it wasn't long before he too fell quiet.

His head rasied as he walked, peering at the forest around them. Mature trees that erupted from the peaty soil to grasp at the sky above them and their saplings, some supple and still green in color along what would soon be bark trying to thrive in the shadow the giants around them cascaded down upon them. The peaty soil that churned under their paws as they pursued along their path to the mountains. He could hardly wait, a moment in a serene and seemingly secluded place to being only in her presence. He found himself grateful now that it was Kesera who had invited him to go on this adventure, with anyone else he'd remain stoic as ever, almost not being able to enjoy himself quite as much as he was with her.

Her reply forced the brute to come forward from the reclusive depths of his mind and his ears flicked, "You did nothing wrong Kesera, my dreams have been routinely interrupted with nightmares, past and present day. It was merely a series of unfortunate events that led to the one this morning and you happened to wake me in the grips of it. I'm quite glad you did actually." He confided in her, though now he was unwilling to tell her that she frequented his dreams, and that his nightmare was of her. He'd keep that nugget of information to himself, no need to tell her that a manifestation of Fenrir had chased her away from him in his nightmares. He knew the wretched God was trying to play off the brutes fears to disrupt his tranquility and peace. He'd not stand for it.

Now as the mountains came into view he slowed, stopping behind her. Just as she had sat down a picturesque image laid before him. The sun had broken through the edge of the forest, cascading a brilliant light on her silhouette. It made her glow with a light golden ring of light, and the mountains they were pretty, sure. But she, she was breath-taking. He lingered for only a moment longer, committing the image before him into his memory before padding forward and sitting next to her. He listened to her speak and smiled fondly. If a wolf ever reached the top he was sure they could seek the vast beauty of the wilderness for stretches of land past the horizion. Perhaps even touching the Gods themselves with how high the tallest peak of the mountain stretched. He turned meeting her honey gaze with a soft sigh, "Yes they are, breath taking." He replied, though it should be obvious he wasn't talking about the mountains. He reached forward and rested his own head atop hers, licking one of her ears tenderly. It was only when the distant howl of Folkvar echoed through the dense forest, almost giving it an eerie sound.

Just as he was about to stand he saw the disappointment seem to course through her in a wave. Letting out a soft whine and used his own head to raise hers, his tail wagging softly. "I'm afraid so. Folkvar only howls to the gods in the morning, it's afternoon." He said softly, disappointment was clear in his tone but concern laced his being, "I wish it were different, perhaps if all is well we could make this trip again." He replied, getting up to shake out his own pelt before his gaze peered into the forest. Folkvar's howl meant one of two things to him, word from the Gods or Anubis had returned and something was wrong. The thought of the wretched brute who smelled of a 6 day old skunk carcass caused a mane of fur around his neck to bristle, and he felt an even stronger urge to keep Kesera safe, even if she was capable of fighting for herself it was still an urge he had within himself, to keep her safe.

He trotted forward, his pace brisk and with purpose. Though now his head was held low in a threatening manner, each step his paws took even more of his fur prickling against his frame. It had been a long while since his fur bristled, the feeling gave him unease and he found himself unable to calm- which was strikingly rare for him. He looked over his shoulder and paused his trek to wait for Kesera, concern plastered blatantly within his expression.

[J e n n y]

S p e c t r e || yearling || male || 1 || crush: open || tags: open || mentions: Zuri, Albatross, Thanatos, Folkvar, Macaroon
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Spectre sat alone in the open area that the pack called home. He had awaken after most of the others had already left the clearing, and this left him out of the exciting patrols and other things he could've been doing. He looked towards the den, which held likely only one wolf; his sister, Macaroon. Her unruliness allowed her to sleep in well past the normal times a wolf, especially a pack wolf, should be getting up at. Her unruliness usually got on his nerves, as it pulls her into trouble often. However, in this case, Spectre was glad to not have to watch after her. Afterall, she was asleep in the den.. what could go wrong?

Spectre's ears jutted forwards as he heard the sounds of a large group of wolves approach. He watched the bushed carefully, and his hackles raised slightly. He sniffed the air, but the wind was drifting slowly in the direction of the oncomers, bringing their scent away from Spectre, not towards him. He stood up, standing about 20 paces away from the bushes. He was ready... But it was a false alarm. With a glad sigh, he watched as Zuri, Albatross, Thanatos, and Folkvar entered the clearing. His hackles smoothed almost immediately and his ears softened slightly. He re-seated himself and listened to their mumbling. At this distance, he could not understand a word they were saying.

His gaze shifted back to the den at the sound of movement in that direction. He turned to see his sister trotting out of the cave. He rolled his eyes slightly and silently at her. Perfect timing; just as soon as almost all the wolves in their pack get into the clearing, his sister awakens to make noise and probably trouble. Upon hearing a howl come from Folkvar, his head snapped back towards the new group. His attention focused on the Shaman... he watched as the wolf's head tilted from its position pointed to sky back to a normal position. He gazed upon the wolf's blackish-brown pelt as the wolf padded to the center of the camp. Their eyes met for only a moment and Spectre shifted his gaze. There was no particular reason for doing so, other than the fact that the Shaman's eyes felt as though they would peer a hole through Spectre's pelt. The icyness of his once-blind eyes never ceased to raise the hair on Spectre's pelt. Nevertheless, Spectre respected the older wolf and looked forward to any wisdom he would be giving. But why was this meeting called?

M a c a r o o n || yearling || female || 1 || crush: open || tags: Folkvar || mentions: Ophelia, Salem, Zuri, Albatross, Thanatos, Folkvar, Spectre
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Macaroon breathed silently, beginning to awaken from her long sleep. She could feel the cool rock of the den beneath her pelt and it brought her from her state of sleep into reality. She was curled up in a little ball, her nose tucked between her back leg and her fluffy tail. Her eyes fluttered open slowly and she lifted her head, gazing sleepily around the dark den. She could only see the dim outlines of two others in the den; Salem and Ophelia. It did not surprise her that the two were in the den; afterall they didn't sleep at night with the rest of the pack very often. Macaroon could recall seeing the pair patrolling later at night than she herself would like to stay up until. Macaroon was definitely in love with two things; talking and sleep. She could easily sleep 10 to 12 hours a day. She naps more than a newborn pup whines, and that says something.

What did surprise her in the den, however, was how the two were sleeping. Salem was a more closed off wolf; Macaroon knew this from the few times in the past she had tried to get him to lead her in an exciting patrol or hunt of sorts. His personality and Macaroon's taltative one did not clash too well. The two are not enemies, but Macaroon knew that Salem was not a wolf to be bugged. But the sight of Salem and Ophelia curled around each other confused Macaroon; yeah they patrolled together quite often, but sleeping this close? The small amounts of lovely drama like this that flourished in the pack kept Macaroon going; she loved every bit of it.

With a confused glance in their direction and a muffled giggle, Macaroon trotted out of the den. The sun rose high in the air, forcing Macaroon to squint as she exited the comfort of the dark den. She yawned slowly and stretched, her belly reaching to the ground and her front paws extending out in front of her. She blinked multiple times to force her eyes to get used to the quick light and scenery change. After they had adjusted, she looked around the clearing. She spotted Spectre her brother, sitting and overlooking most of the clearing. She huffed in his direction, annoyed that he had seen her exit the cave. His complete focus on Macaroon at all times quickly got under her skin day in and day out. She never liked his pesky eyes trailing her. She walked past him, giving him only the acknowledgment of a tail flip in his direction. She continued past, padding up to the group of four other wolves who seemed to be getting back from something rather important.

As is to prove her thoughts, her eyes shifted to Folkvar as he howled for the entire pack to meet up in this area. Something juicy was about to be said, and boy was she ready for it. She padded towards the center of the clearing, practically walking directly towards the Shaman. She sat down next to where the Shaman stopped and searched his face quickly for a hint as to what was going on. "So.. What happened out there?" She said quietly to Folkvar, prodding for any secret information.

K i a r a || omega || female || 4 || crush: open || tags: Albatross || mentions: Folkvar, Albatross
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Kiara padded slowly around the edge of the clearing.. She had been sitting in the clearing all morning, silently awating any orders or requests given to her by a higher-ranking wolf. The omega knew her place at the bottom, and although she didn't want to do most of the orders given to her, she needed the protection of the pack. Her frail body was not much to boast about, and a predator could likely pick her off for a small meal without a problem.

Kiara looked into the dense forest and decided to pad further into the leafy greenness. She felt the damp earth under her weakened paws and breathed in a comfortable sigh. With this sigh came the everknowing sound of her hungry stomach. A low growl escaped her underbelly, reminding her of her hunger. She scanned the area quickly for any prey and spotted what seemed to be her gift from Vor.. or was it Eir? She never had much knowledge of the gods that the wolves believed in. It wasn't that she didn't believe in them, but that she did not have much interest in knowing about the ways of all the gods. There were more important things to worry about, such as appeasing the pack and surviving. Maybe one day she would ask Folkvar about it, but today would likely not be that day.

In front of her sat a small squirrel. The squirrel was facing away from her and munching on a pinecone. The air blew towards Kiara, bringing towards the juicy smell of the prey. Quickly, she dropped her belly to the floor. The limp that was slightly visible in her back left leg was nearly gone now as she focused on sneaking up on the meal. It would not fill her up, but it would surely satisy her grumbling stomach for the time being. She creeped up on the squirrel, getting within a leaps distance away. If the squirrel had been facing towards her, the white and light grey pelt she wore would've given away her position ages ago. She felt her legs tense up, but seconds before she had the chance to pounce, a howl rang through the forest. It came come Folkvar, she knew. The only reason she could tell was because the shaman howled to the gods every morning. But this was not morning, and there was a command laced in the howl.

The squirrel quickly looked towards the howl, only to see the outline of an uncolored wolf behind it. Kiara pounced, but was a fraction of a second too late. Likely scared of out its mind, the squirrel scurried quickly up a tree. With an audible sigh, Kiara stood up and turned towards camp. It was probably best if she heeded the command in Folkvar's howl and head back to camp. And so she did; her head hanging slightly and her limp returning to its usual self. She picked up a brisk place and reached the clearing in no time. Her eyes scanned the camp, her gaze passing over many of the wolves gathered there before landing on one of the other Omegas: Albatross. Kiara and Albatross, other than having the same color coats, were practically complete opposite. Kiara was weak and frail, while Albatross stood tall and strong. The two were almost what could be known as good friends; they helped each other with areas of weakness almost daily. It was common that Albatross and Kiara would exchange helpful tips and ideas.

Kiara nodded towards Albatross, her biggest attempt at a friendly gesture. She quickly padded over to her, staying on the outside of the clearing and being sure not to get into the way of any other wolves. She practically darted through the outskirts of the area, her submissiveness towards the higher ranking in the pack showing through like a sore thumb. Upon reaching Albatross, Kiara stopped and sat quickly, her tail naturally tucked underneath her body. She looked Albatross up and down, taking in her naturally dominant posture and tried to replicate it to no avail. She looked around once more at the group of wolves, noticing a feeling of tenseness in the air, before returning her gaze to Albatross. "What's this all about?" She asked quietly, her head sweeping in a gesture towards the group and the Shaman.
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OOC: Typing my post up now. I just read through everyones posts ; all 5 pages. took me three hours but MAN you guys are amazing writers!! I hope i can pull out something mediocre.. It'll probably be up within the next two hours... It's currently midnight so i apologize if I knock out and don't post. Post is done :D

[Coastal Coyote]

The pale beast watched as her fellow omega skunk over, keeping to the edge of the small clearing and out of the immediate attention of the other wolves. She was super cautious like that, and for reasons that Albatross didn't know. It seemed to her always as if someone in the pack had beaten the frail white fae within an inch of her life over and over and this was the result. She could well understand the feeling, if that were the case... But as far as Albatross could tell, Kiara was just that way. The she-wolf had never seen anyone physically harm her, nor put her down. She had considered asking her many times what it was she was so afraid of and why, but Albatross could also well understand the want to escape one's past and not return to it. So she had been too afraid of hurting Kiara to ask. Still, she was very curious as to what caused her to be like this.

Albatross straightened up as she arrived, both to set an example and to make the smaller female feel safe. She looked her straight in the eye as she spoke, unlike how she would have with Folkvar or Laurens. Two with far more power over her future than she currently felt like she posessed. An uncomfortable feeling indeed... Her question, though, brought the coastal wolf's mind back to her encounter with this "Anubis" earlier in the day. Make that three. Three wolves to protect. How was she going to do that? Could she just here them all into one place? They were unlikely to be okay with that, especially Daenerys.

Albatross remained quiet at first, inky gaze shifting from Kiara to their esteemed shamen and then to Thanatos and Zuri. Folkvar had asked them not to speak of what the rouge had said, but not that they had seen him. And, while she may likely hear some of what happened from the shamen himself, Albatross figured it did no harm to prepare her for it. The smaller fae was weaker in body, but she suspected much stronger in intellect. Where Albatross had not been able to understand what the big deal was, or why everyone was so tense, Kiara may be able to suss it out. Perhaps she even knew who Anubis was? Though the same age, she had likely been on the coast if she were alive to witness the event. Kiara, on the other hand, may have been here.

"A loner came close to camp today" She began, keeping her voice almost at a whisper. At least, it was sort of close. Not terribly, but close enough that Zuri was able to smell him though they had not travelled far looking for plants. Well... they were looking for plants. Albatross just watched like a loser. Perhaps Kiara knew about the plants? Focus. "I believe they call him Anubis, another name for Fenrir from a different area. They were saying something about how he fought Laurens in the past so that he could be the alpha, but lost." She paused here again, trying to replay it in her mind. "Zuri seemed really scared. And I was... harsh with her. But I don't see that there was much to be afraid of. He is a big wolf, as big as Folkvar and perhaps bigger than Thanatos. But he is absolutely covered in scars. Doesn't seem like he can handle himself, if he's that marred." Again she considered the possibility that she would one day appear as he did. Weak, except for his size. Which baffled her, really. The three of them did, Thanatos, Anubis, and Folkvar. She had never seen wolves as big as them before. It was rare enough to find wolves bigger than herself, though not impossible. But those three are absolutely gigantic. Literally bigger than the deer they hunt for food. And likely heavier than them. How did they get so big? So much bigger than any wolf she had met during her travels. It was unfathomable. Was it something in the water here?

Mind derailed. "Have you heard of him?"

[cheshire.]

𝙇𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙨 ✧❱ position: alpha ！！ statistics: 7 ♂ ！！ tags&mentions: daenerys, pack, folkvar, anubis

Seeing the disappointment in Dany's face is something that made the alpha's gut drop. He hated to let her down this way when they had been enjoying themselves. It was rare that he actually had a full day with the she-wolf and today was no exception. While this bothered him, it didn't come as a surprise. He had a duty to the pack that he would have to commit his time and full attention to if he ever planned to uphold such a prestigious position. Yet Laurens could argue that finding a dominant mate was just as important as keeping the wolves of his pack cohesive and functional. He knew she was trying to mask her emotions but Laurens found he had always appreciated her expressive face no matter what it depicted. He cocked his head and ran it along the side of her face daringly, not caring for the smell. Whether Folkvar's call was about him or not, he had become fed up with the hiding. He would not force Daenerys into the pack but they would be informed that she was no longer just an outsider. He was Laurens', their alpha's, favoured female. "I don't fear Anubis. He is a pup and I will teach him another lesson should he cross me," the male let a subtle growl procure from within the pipes of his throat. It wasn't often he lay down a threat with such weight but if he was the cause of the tension in the forest then Laurens would see to him.

Moving away from her to part, he gave her a last bark of farewell before turning his back to her. The trip through the forest was walked with purpose, the alpha making sure to spray along trees and brush. The closer he came to camp the more his dominant persona returned. Not only that but an irritable spark of emotion ignited in him at having been pulled from his female when he had just been making leeway on claiming her. The air around him became thick and dense with his supremacy and Laurens made sure to stay on the look out for the scent of Anubis along with any other loners. He had been lenient in allowing so many into his territory, under the benefit of potential new pack members as well as general mercy. Other alphas would have rival males killed off but Laurens was confident in his strength and the power of his pack that he allowed these brutes to remain at a respectable distance. The trouble today was not the loners but the announcement he would have to make to his family. It would either be armageddon or a smooth ordeal. Should it be the former and Laurens knew he would have to assert himself in order to have them accept the change of a new female. Daenerys was older than the lot of them so her presence should be generally accepted but he knew some other females might not like the disruption in the hierarchy. He worried little over males challenging him over her - the brutes in the pack were civil with Laurens.

Coming up to the rim of the pack site he perked her ears in the direction of a returning Kesera and Isorro. The latter had his mane up and caution hung off the pair. Isorro was likely the only male that Laurens had a close friendship with. Neither were confrontational and if anything they could cooperate efficiently without the threat of testosterone fueled desires bothering them. The alpha had a feeling Isorro was somewhat aware of Laurens' romantic affairs but if he did have an inkling, he had never shown as such to the silver wolf himself. Not that it mattered, he trusted Isorro and any knowledge he may have. With his own head low, Laurens made it clear he was not to be approached and continued into the camp. Higher up, perched like an owl, Spectre was watching over the area. As young as he was, he showed great potential, respectful, dedicated and observant. In his later years, Laurens could see the yearling taking up a dominant role. Next to be noticed was Thanatos purely because of his size. Three years old and the height he was astounded Laurens. Despite his figure, Thanatos was also obedient and reasonable. When the wolf had been younger, Laurens had almost treated him in a fatherly manner and his nature today made Laurens proud of him.

Once within earshot of others he heard Anubis's name and cocked his head. Albatross, the pale omega, was speaking to Kiara, a tawny female of the same rank. Laurens' lips scrunched for a mere moment in distaste towards the name but he said nothing towards the two. Albatross slandered Anubis' strength and he had to restrain himself from chuckling. Despite her rank she was courageous and reasonable, something he liked within her. He was not one to fear superstition and did not think of her appearance as a bad omen. It surprised him that despite all the rumours about her, she was rather logical herself. That showed inner strength. Kiara on the other hand had much growth to do both physically and mentally. Her submissive nature hinted insecurity and Laurens had half a mind to tutor her himself. All of these things were to be saved for a later date though as he knew he needed to make his way to Folkvar. Lashing his tail in an abrupt swipe, a minuscule sign of his agitation, Laurens quickly located the shaman - he had company. Spectre's litter mate was present with him and Laurens' posture stiffened, displaying his dominion over the other wolf, "Macaroon, go assist your brother in watching over the camp while I talk with Folkvar," he said. His tone was friendly but held the firmness of an alpha who expected nothing other than compliance. He lay his eyes on her as he watched her depart, ushering the shaman in the opposite direction to a place where they could speak privately. He knew Macaroon enjoyed keeping up to date on the domestics of the pack dynamics but any who pried into his talks with Folkvar would suffer punishment, should they be stupid enough to try.

Laurens had to literally tilt his head at a slight upwards angle in order to stand face to face with his darker counterpart. This by no means demeaned his authority though beside Folkvar, the metallic wolf considered them equal and made no move to assert himself. Instead he peered critically at the umber brown wolf, "You've summoned the whole pack but something tells me your concerns are with me personally," the statement itself was enough to tell Folkvar that Laurens knew it was over Daenerys, though he added in to confirm for himself, "Has that outcast wolf been stirring havoc." Laurens almost always asked things as more of a statement than a question and this was no different. Half of him wanted to deal to Anubis himself but the risk of injury in a time where omens held dangerous meaning made the idea not worth it. Instead he wanted to address the topic of his lover and see what the shaman's intake on it was.

[unnamed]

𝙵 𝙾 𝙻 𝙺 𝚅 𝙰 𝚁 ── † ── "i fear nothing but the God's judgement"
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( shaman ) ( male ) ( six years ) ( tagged: macaroon, laurens, everyone ) ( mentions: spectre )

Folkvar watched as slowly some of the wolves trickled in dutifully and he knew most of them were likely curious. Calling the pack was almost exclusively done by Laurens as the shaman didn't typically interfere with any of the day to day business; he knew the separation of their responsibilities and usually respected it. This time was different though. Laurens sneaking off, Anubis reentering the territory, and an omen taunting him. Silently the wolf wondered if something else could possibly happen to make this even more of a troubling time. He prayed for a sense of normalcy to return and grant him his much desired peace of mind. As soon as he could he wanted to hand these grim tasks back off to Laurens.

He turned his gaze to the side upon hearing approaching steps only to find Macaroon, the more boisterous of the pack's young siblings, to be approaching him. There was always a bit of amusement to be found in how opposing the two yearlings were. He found Spectre to be extremely protective, especially over his sister, but so wary of things that the silver male couldn't even look Folkvar in his eyes. On the other hand Macaroon had a more sure, albeit naive, step to her that meant she could easily approach anyone, and unfortunately, was much more keen on skipping over daily pack duties than her brother was. Eventually Folkvar knew both wolves would make a valuable part of the pack. They just needed some time.

As Macaroon questioned what happened a look of sterness cast a shadow on his face, "Perhaps if you'd woken up on time, Macaroon, you'd have known already. Haven't we discussed your innate ability to sleep in previously?" Seeing potential in the two meant he knew they needed coaxing to break any bad habits before they turned two and thus he was often diligent about pointing something out to them here and there and the young female's sleeping in had somehow become even a bit impressive but was still targeted by the shaman.

Before Macaroon could have even responded Laurens suddenly appeared at their side to order her away under the pretense of needing to speak with Folkvar himself. He hadn't planned to discuss anything with Laurens beforehand, he'd have rather sent a few wolves out of camp and on a hunt first seeing as nosiness was a given in such a small pack, but now was as good as ever he supposed. He followed alongside Laurens to the far side of the camp where their words couldn't be overheard if they spoke lowly enough. Folkvar wasn't surprised from Laurens statement, actually a bit irritated that something Laurens was guarding so secretly he also seemed to brush it off as a loner causing havoc.

The shaman thought quietly for a moment on how to word himself, his gaze cast over the pack loyally before it turned back to Laurens. "It is true these things come from an outcast who has planted the seed of mistrust in this pack," he paused for a moment as if to let the words sink in, "Mistrust towards you, Laurens." Though many of them would still stand loyally beside him Folkvar knew that some might see it as a secretive alpha keeping grand secrets from the same pack he was supposed to help protect. Wolves like Anubis, or even Salem if he desired to, would use this against Laurens to turn pack members against him. Honesty was the two leader's best option at this time and Folkvar would force that decision upon his counterpart. "Whether it is true or not we will see. If she exists you will bring her to light, to stand in front of this pack and allow her to present her case to us. She will make this stand alone and myself and your pack will choose whether she is trustworthy enough to join our subordinate ranks. If this doesn't happen, or if she truly does not exist than we will prove such. At this time tomorrow I'll call for all loners to be chased from the territory. Now is not the time for secrets Laurens. This pack cannot prevail if we do not stand together," it was one of the rare times that Folkvar said more than a sentence or two. His words were low so only Laurens could hear but were still pointed and serious. He didn't desire to put Laurens in such a position but he would not let this pack fall apart over some female.

Desiring to not make it a discussion the larger male turned back towards the pack now that it seemed most had returned. He was growing weary of speaking so much but these things had to be done. He barked gently once to grab their attention from their conversations before speaking, "As some of you already know Anubis has returned to our territory. He is not the other loners around us, he is not peaceful. You must be wary of him for Anubis will attack you if he sees it fit. Now more than ever this rule must be enforced: no one leaves the camp alone. You venture nowhere without someone by your side. This is not a time to test out abilities by ourselves, is that clear?" The shaman's sharp gaze went over each wolf in search of a sign of disobedience. He didn't want to have to find anyone in a bloody heap because they'd gone searching for the big, bad rogue wolf.

𝙺 𝙴 𝚂 𝙴 𝚁 𝙰 ── ♦ ── "my forgiveness is not my weakness"
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( subordinate ) ( female ) ( four years ) ( tagged: isorro ) ( mentions: folkvar, laurens )

Kesera was delighted that Isorro found the same humor in her joke as she did and was even amused as he turned the comment back on her. She turned her head upwards as if feigning deep thought with an elongated, hmm, before answering him, "Well I suppose a less rowdy chicken." She found it nice to have the male in a more relaxed disposition. He was humorous and kind and she enjoyed it more than she could really express.

A warm smile came across her as he explained his nerves around the pack only to admit she was a calming source for him. For a brief moment her heart even fluttered as the desire to express his own effects on her pulled at her thoughts. Instead it was outweighed by the motherly instincts the timber wolf possessed and was replaced by advice, "You must be mindful of their own spirits Isorro, many possess frayed nerves from hardships and to many you yourself are a sense of tranquility. It's a blessing to be a source of comfort for anyone and when some lose you as a sense of comfort they become even more agitated. Hang on to the things that calm you," like me, please, was the thought that crossed her mind, "and in turn you own serenity will calm them." She offered him a sincere smile, hoping her advice wouldn't make him feel that she was disregarding his own feelings. She wanted him to keep his calm nature and be relaxed but of her own fear of rejection kept her from telling him to stick close to her. She'd always be there to calm him whenever he needed it.

Pity struck her at his admittance of nightmares haunting him and in that moment she wished she could take it all away from him, to make him sleep through the night peacefully and rise with dreams instead. Kesera, unlike himself, was often met with very peaceful slumbers. She wanted the same for him, "Well, sleep close to me. Perhaps the calmness I give you will keep your dreams calm as well." Her head turned back forward quickly as surprise shook her. She had never thought herself bold enough to say something like that; encouraging the wolf who captured her heart to sleep directly next to her. It was courageous and while she wasn't fearful these such things were uncommon for her. It was there though, she'd spoken it into existence.

Sitting in front of the mountains there was an overwhelming sense of peace, as if omens and rogue enemies didn't exist. The world, in that moment, was at peace as if Hati himself didn't exist. She breathed deeply, staring up at the world above her until she felt Isorro's head rest atop her own. Without even thinking she leaned into him, resting her head comfortably under his own; her lips turned upwards at the feeling of his affection and she offered her own small lick of affection a bit awkwardly to his shoulder. The moment, of course, had been ruined by the call for them to return but softened by his own words of encouragement, "One could only hope."

She followed behind Isorro as they traveled back to camp and unease filled her at the sight of his own. His fur bristled and stood on end, his ears were flattened, and there was some sort of purpose in his step that had her worrying about what Folkvar's howl could possibly mean. Instinctively, though capable as she was, Kesera stuck tightly to his side while her own ears raised high above her skull in search of any troubling sounds. The forests this pack occupied was a strange place, noises could deceive you and an eerie silence could make you imagine things. She'd learned a while ago to separate imagination and reality in this place but from time to time she still thought she heard something. In an attempt to comfort him she moved a little closer and offered a gentle lick to his own ear, mimicking his earlier action.

As they reentered the camp she sat near the others, watching as Folkvar departed from his place by Laurens and came closer to the pack. Dread caused her heart to drop as the shaman informed the pack of the situation. She'd never met Anubis, only heard stories of the male and they were mostly bad. Still, there was something about him she felt was missing. The pack spoke so ill of him but certainly there was something good about him? Every wolf had to have something that was good, it wasn't possible for someone to be completely terrible. Still, she found herself leaning into Isorro for a more solidified sense of comfort.

[Coastal Coyote]

ooc: I am assuming Davyn is old enough to have been around during Anubis' first attempt? Going with that.

bic: Ears back and then full forward, head twisting toward the noise as ears worked like two sound disks triangulating the call. Folkvar. It was very rare for the red wolf to hear such a demanding call from the pack's esteemed shamen. Usually the only howls Davyn heard from him were conversation starters with the gods. It must be important for him to be acting out of the ordinary like this. Perhaps the gods had finally answered him? Davyn could hardly remember a time before Folkvar first came back from speaking with them with a grave expression on his face. Terrible news. How Davyn wished he could speak to them in the same way Folkvar could, instead of just reading their messages though the weather, nature, and the stars. Oh Vor, how he longed to be able to hear her speak, to have her explain why she gifted him in the way that she did. And if he were making her proud. Each so important to him, but none so much as she. None other could have given him the understanding of things that he had.

He had gone out early that morning, before the stars were even to bed, in search for prey to give to her and Hati. The shamen seemed to prefer Hati get the sacrifices, but Davyn could not help but to feel that Vor's wisdom was worth seeking and repaying. Even if Fenrir sent his worse, wisdom could overcome. But, since Folkvar was far ahead of him in his understanding of the gods, Davyn referred to his judgeme t. A large rabbit dangled from his mouth, his first and only catch of the day. He still had time left to hunt, but he would have to stop for now. He held onto it gently as he made his way swiftly over the rocky ground, and through the woods. His movements were fast, but easy, almost as if he floated over the terrain. He followed the generations old worn path when he found It, leading him back behind the dens. From there he could already hear wolves speaking together. He came around more slowly, as to not spook any of them there. Already he could see tense muscles, drawn faces everywhere. Something serious had indeed happened. Wolves he knew well, had grown up with or watched grow were gathering together as a pack. And most of them looked like they had seen a phantom.

Bright amber eyes settled on Folkvar for a moment, coming in closer to him and settling down. The rabbit still hung somewhat awkwardly from his mouth, but in truth he was too distracted to notice. His gaze drifted about to the others in the pack, and then settled on Macaroon as both Laurens and the shamen spoke to her. Poor pup. While Folkvar had her right in his reprieve, Davyn well knew how scary it could be for someone of much higher maturity and power to point out your faults. He lowered the rabbit to the ground and looked back to her with a smile. "Good morning sweet girl, did you have a nice sleep?" he asked with a wink, but kept his voice low as to not draw attention. He wanted to give her a little pick me up, not distract the pack from their current reserve. "Better be rested and ready for-"

He quickly stopped, ears shifting at the sound of the shamen's bark. Well, there went that. Again the red wolf turned his attention to Folkvar, having to look... well, basically way up at him. While Davyn wasn't exactly puny for a wolf, he was smaller than most due to his kind. Red wolves just didn't grow as tall or heavy as others did, so he was one of the smallest in the pack. Not that he minded, as none seemed to be on the same level of intelligence and few could match his speed. He made do very well. But with Folkvar and Thanatos, it was very hard not to feel like a pup staring at their parent. They were both at least double his size. Honestly it was ridiculous how much bigger they were. He very much enjoyed Vor's wisdom, but there were plenty of times when he wished he could trade it in for a bigger bo-

Thoughts interrupted this time, as a familiar name was spoken. Anubis. How long had it been since the ebon shadow had been here? How many seasons passed since his banishment? What a wolf, so troubled. So hungry for what he could not have. Thinking of who he was then, Davyn could not help but wonder why Folkvar spoke such a warning for him. The last time the red wolf had seen him, he wasn't what he would have considered a threat. But things must have changed, or else the shamen would not be acting in this way. As much as he wished confirmation on this, he refrained from asking questions. What he needed to know he could glean from conversation, body language, and facial cues. No need to step into what should probably remain as a conversation where only the higher ranks spoke. Besides, the message he was getting seemed clear enough: Anubis must have improved his physical strength, and further let go of his mind.