Spectral Woods bell ringer - Printable Version

The air from his lungs hissed through his teeth as he continued to flash them in Valora Orlaithe's face, but she had given him an answer. She claimed that she did not come to bestow heartbreak upon his family and that she did not want their pity... that she had come from a place called the Ancient Wood, seemingly striking out on her own in order to find her own path. She wanted to serve Oak Tree Bend because she was a wolf who knew her place... who knew full well what duty was worth.

"You might have gotten past me," he slowly articulated. "But you are quite lucky that I am not the one who solely passes judgement here. Put one toe out of line and I will personally see you out of here."

Serach had inched away when Fenru had come forward, but it was Serach that Fenru eyed first when he finally turned around to face the family who had come to back him up. The irritated folds along the bridge of his snout had smoothed out and the anger had melted away as the masked man offered a neutral nod in response to his younger brother's grimace. He approached Triell quietly, his bristled tail lowering as he touched his nose to his uncle's chin. Once he had withdrawn from him, Fen looked to Serach before bringing his lips to his sibling's ear. "It's okay," he whispered, casting a partial gaze to Valora. "Come on, Uncle Triell will handle this."

He stepped past his brother before looking back to Triell one last time, his voice as serious as it had been before, "I'll be nearby. Let me know if you need anything." His eyes narrowed but he gently nudged Serach's side with his nose. Uncle Triell had always been capable of handling such delicate affairs, Fenru was certain, but as the young Tainn began to lead his brother away from the borders, he could only hope that the Leader of Oak Tree Bend made the best decision in regards to granting or denying Valora entry into their pack... their family.

All is lost again, but I'm not giving in

Under different circumstances he might have reigned Fenru in, but today he did not. The way his Guardian was taking on the trespasser was proving a point. In Triell's eyes it was clear she wanted to be here. What lone wolf would have kept to the ground, holding still for a chewing that wasn't of their own fault if they didn't? Fenru needed to do as Triell had asked, and that was to be a Guardian of the Bend. If someone couldn't handle his chewing, than perhaps it was better for them not to be part of this family.

Full attention upon the rust colored lady she answered sensibly under her three judges. Though Serach seemed to be less of a judge and more of a spectator. Beside him he felt the uneasiness, and Triell brushed his dark shoulder to his pale one in reassurance. It was with a final promise the black and tan speckled Guardian found his way to Triell, and the dark Uncle accepted his touch. Happy to see him attend to his younger brother, while still keeping a careful watch on Valora. Triell was proud, and profoundly worried all in the same moment how Corinna's absence was affecting them all. Since it was far beyond simple repair he quelled such things to dark places. Giving a sober nod to Fenru, he then let his fiery eyes hold still upon the latest stranger.

"Valora, after all that it's clear you deserve your chance to stay. Welcome to Oak Tree Bend." Walking forward, her brushed his shoulder to hers, marking her with the scent of a pack wolf now. Standing back, he offered a gentle smile. "My nephew takes his job very seriously, but the recent death of his mother has left its dark mark on all of us," the Tainn murmured for her ears alone. If she was staying she needed to know why a black cloud may hang over them all for awhile. The leader did not want to hang in the gloom. Corinna already must curse them for being so sullen. A beat of his tail, he pointed to the tall red hills in the distance. "What doesn't kill us makes us stronger.... Come, I'll show you where we really live." Triell began to lead the way back.