C A E L U M
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{gender. male} {rank. Medicus} {pack. Sanctum} {word count. 198} {tags. open}
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Caelum woke as the autumn chill settled in into his fur, making him shiver slightly. He stretched out his legs and struggled to his feet, blinking blearily at his den. The familiar scent of the herbs that he kept carefully stocked in the nooks and crannies in his den soothed him as he got to his feet, padding outside to greet the new day. Caelum tilted his head as he heard the patriarch howl, waking the rest of the pack. He shook his head slightly, clearing it from the last of the sleep that clung to him. It'd be a busy day for him.
None of the wolves in the pack required his attention so he could focus on gathering herbs before the cold set in and killed what he could use to help anyone.
Caelum curled his lip at the thought of digging through the dirt all day. He knew he'd be running between his den and the herb patches, but it was required to make sure that he'd have enough to last the winter. Caelum flicked his ear and turned to walk back into his den to take an inventory of what he needed the most.
L Y S E N I A
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{gender. female} {rank. Custos} {pack. Sanctum} {word count. 173} {tags. open}
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Lysenia stirred awake at the familiar sound of the patriarch's howl. She pinned her ears to her head as she yawned, sleep clinging to her like dew in the morning. Lysenia struggled to her feet, looking around at her denmates. Some were already awake and outside, it seemed. Shaking herself off, Lysenia padded outside, yawning again. She spotted Laelynn and Eden greeting Rian and briefly considered going over as well, but decided against it. The last thing she wanted to do was be half-awake while speaking to her packmates. She just dipped her head in greeting to Rian instead and trudged over to the fresh kill pile, noting that it was growing smaller. The colder it got, the harder it would be to find prey. She sat down, waiting patiently for Rian to start organizing patrols to hunt. She itched to be out in the woods already, stalking and bringing down prey with a snap of her strong jaws but she could wait for orders. A patrol could bring down larger prey anyways.
S I L A S
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{gender. male} {rank. Nefas} {pack. Sanctus} {word count. 383} {tags. open}
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Silas woke, eyes wide as the medicus padded into the den. He relaxed slightly when he smelled the concoction that the medicus was bringing, but it didn't stop him from flinching slightly when Muru began applying the medicine. Silas forced himself to hold still as the medicus kneaded his leg, his heart pounding in his chest. He watched warily as the medicus finished and turned to leave, walking away before Silas could find his voice.
"Thank you," he whispered in the now-empty den, knowing very well that the medicus did not hear him. Silas pinned his ears to his head and lowered his head with a small sigh, discomfort settling only slightly. He sniffed his leg and wrinkled his nose, the scent making his eyes water. He shook his head and lay back, rolling his eyes to the ceiling of the den. His leg didn't bother him too much and he was infinitely thankful to Muru who made sure of that. But the weather was growing colder and his leg grew stiffer with each passing day--and here he thought he couldn't be more useless than he already was.
Silas licked briefly at the wounds under his fur before he struggled to his feet, hearing the howl of the matriarch. He limped out,
squinting his eyes against the sudden light. Several members of the pack were already awake and speaking to the matriarch. He dipped his head respectfully to her but didn't approach, hanging far away from the group, fear making his pelt itch. He didn't want to flare tempers so early in the morning and earn more nips and snarls than he usually did. The others were talking about ranks and disappointment rolled over him like a wave. He liked to think that he'd be something other than a nefas someday, but he knew this was unlikely--even impossible. Not with his leg making his every move clumsy and painful. Silas backed up a few more steps, keeping the weight off of his hind leg. Perhaps he'd be able to learn how to live and hunt, maybe even fight with it, but he was scared his attempts would just irritate the others. It was best to keep a low profile and just get by--setting his sights on something beyond him would only bring trouble.