The black socked paws of the large male were beginning to tire. he was feeling the strain after his long journey back to Relic lore and to make it worse he had decided to climb the side of the Dire Mountain. His pace was slow but he pressed forward with each step attempting to find the mouth of a cavern that he had discovered last year with an old friend. Tainnsidy, it was an odd name composed of two surnames mashed together. It was the only way to please the two wolves that had found the cave system and had both wanted to name it after themselves. A sigh fell from his onyx stained lips as he decided to finally take a break.


Reclining back onto his haunches on a small rocky plateau there were great views of Relic Lore ahead of him. His black tipped tail curling nicely around his side and over his paws. Directly below he could see the Midnight Plateau, unsure of how things were going there he could not help but wonder if Alexander was still the Alpha. Then further ahead in the distance he could also make out the Sacred Grove, his muzzle wrinkling up briefly but soon softened as he thought about his old friends who were now missing.

Weldering was frequently wishing for an easier route to miraculously appear to get him up to the caves he was looking for near the top of the Dire Mountain. Sadly there was not. Puffing as his breath was short finding the air a little thinner up in the clouds of the mountain side. The young black masked male would have probably just sat there for several minutes catching his breath and simply just looking around, but the scent of another wolf caught his attention. Soon a quietly spoken voice was heard as a she-wolf poked her nose into the entrance.


It did not take Weldering more then a few seconds to realise the scent she carried had the familiar Midnight Plateau scent to it, she was a pack member. Not only that but even the sound of her nervously spoken voice was familiar to his black ears. Calmly he shuffled forward with a few steps putting him into the daylight so that she could see him completely. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"Adonia? Adonia what do you mean every wolf for themselves? We're pack mates." he smirked lightly, his muzzle lowering into a soft nod to show that he certainly meant no harm.

It had taken a few moments for Adonia to recognize him, but at least she did. It would not have been so great if she had not been able to remember him at all from the meeting, having said that he had kept rather quiet most of the time. Keeping quiet was not really his normal attitude either, normally it was hard to get him to stop talking. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"It's good to see you too." he greeted back to the she-wolf with the smallest flicker of a grin etched into his dark features. So what brought him up to the caves? He tilted his muzzle off to one side with a light hum.


<b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"Well... last summer I found this cave when exploring with a friend." He explained, instantly thinking about Junai and wondering what she was up too, whether she was still in Swift River and if she was safe. Despite his idle pondering he continued.<b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"We named this cave Tainnsidy... named after us both." Smirking a little bit with pride waiting for some kind of reaction. His bright icy blue eyes watching as she got herself comfortable by sitting opposite to him inside the cave. Sitting himself back also he too took upon a more comfortable position so they could chat.

he was pleased that she liked the name of the cave, it was comprised of part of his own and Junai's surname. Although the name Tainn made him cringe on most occasions it was not so bad when he thought of the members of that family he enjoyed the company of, Borlla, Junai and Ioni. The rest of them could go to hell for all he cared. Curling his fluffy and well groomed tail around his side neatly so it covered his black stained forepaws he grinned mildly to the she-wolf. He really did enjoy her company, he'd spent most of his life as a lone wolf after all and that had not been down to choice.


<b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"I'm not sure..." He muttered in response to knowing where she was. It was something he had been attempting to find out but was hesitant about visiting Swift River due to his previous fight with Indru and Ruiko. As for the story about Relic Lore, that he could tell. Weldering scooted closer now sitting just to the side of Adonia. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"I've been here since last Summer, but this is what I know." He explained as he settled ready to tell the tale. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"I arrived in Relic Lore and the first thing I noticed was the smell of burning. There had been a horrific forest fire in the Wildwood. Luckily most of the pack that lived there at Hidden Tree escaped. But their leaders were both killed. What was left of the family founded a new pack at Swift River. One wolf in that family split and founded Midnight Plateau.. that was Honijo who you might have heard being mentioned at the meeting. Well as Autumn came around the water mysteriously disappeared and wolves started to go missing, some left. In the end I also left. I spend a lot of time fishing for food, besides the deer and other animals left when the water did. It meant the vale could only support a small number of wolves. Well the water then came back not so long ago and it looks like everything has returned to normal." He smirked, finishing his tale. Turning to glance towards her with his twilight blue eyes. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"So how about you? What's your story?"

Even Weldering had not shared the tale of his entire past. He had even chose not to include his rocky relationship with the Swift River pack that shared Relic lore with Midnight Plateau. It was simply the facts about the territory they lived in just as she had requested. However he was grateful that she seemed to trust him enough to share her story with him. Weldering grinned slightly as she tried to find her place to start. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"Begin at the beginning? That sounds like a plan." He teased in response to her suggestion. His fluffy black and silver tail swaying lightly near his paws as he sat upright.


As she begun her story of her past it surprised him how many similarities they seemed to have. Both of them knew what it was like to be chased from a pack. It was a memory that caused his ears to flatten and his muzzle to hang lower. Though as she finished with a brief laugh it lifted his spirits, mirroring her smile with one of his own. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"No no, it was fine." He reassured with a light murr. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"I guess you could say we have a lot in common. I've spent most of my life traveling also. I was born as a Lone Wolf but I don't really remember my parents, we were separated. It was not until I was a year old that I joined my first pack where I was eventually exiled unfairly." Telling a little more to his own tale hoping that it might help.