Fireweed Rise and you're the sky

Kajika had thought the day would be a lazy one in which he could have a bit of a day off from his usual activities. Spending it in his favorite place was his thought and as he laid on the warm stone with the sun beating down on his fur he couldn’t help but slip into a comfortable sleep. Despite the chill of the air around him the sun provided a warmth that he was not eager to leave if he didn’t have to. Much better then searching through the forest for something to bring back, something that he might not even catch anyway.

However he was woken from his sleep suddenly by one of his pack mates calling to the others. Not being one to ignore the call of a pack mate he rose from the rock and took off in the direction of the communal den which was where he estimated the call was coming from. He was not expecting to find Athena there when he did finally arrive. "Athena, What’s going on?” He questioned as he approached her and taking notice that he seemed to be the first one to arrive.

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RE: and you're the sky - Vespertio - Oct 20, 2015

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Les Miserables Score: +5 use WOTD

A canvas of colors crumbled and crunched beneath the weight of thick limbs, autumn's decayed foliage filling the nostrils of the lakeside wolf with an aroma of dampened earth and pine therapeutic in its own unique manner. The air holding a certain nip to it despite the warming rays of sunlight that illuminated the world that afternoon. One storm after the next had rolled in previously to deposit their rain before moving out leaving this portion of the lore in a near constant state of saturation, although, Vespertio was far from disappointed from the relief of the scorching heat the new season offered.

Above the honks of migrating Canadian geese warranted golden optics to angle skywards away from the glittering surface of the Lost Lake, squinting against the brightness in an attempt to catch a moments glimpse of the V shaped flock until a beckoning howl all too familiar that caused his heart to lurch and stomach to flop filled his audits. Athena. Cranium leveling out, rust colored ears rotated forward to listen better as his head twisted to glance toward its source. From the closeness it was estimated to be coming from near the pack den, a peculiar thought given the agouti man had noticed the ghostly woman's perfume faint in that particular area of the territory. It ached having her distance herself from the rest of the pack, from him, a mawkish sentiment of his inner feelings, but the Vuesain had an inkling as to why the Moon woman had instead opted to inhabit an old den nestled among the nightshade. Namid and the children. The woman who had come to take her place and the living reminders of what they could have had had she stayed.

Regardless of the stormy emotions that raged inside his heart and mind he had to brush them aside. As patriarch of this pack it was a part of his sworn duties to answer the needs of his subordinates, thus creamy limbs began to carry his embodiment toward the phantasmal vixen. It didn't take long for him to arrive shortly after his beta, Kajika, a short bark announcing his arrival beforehand. "You called?" A single brow quirking up in interest to discover why she had called the pack together in the one place she purposely avoided. Did she finally come to accept the fact she couldn't avoid the other female and the children forever?

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RE: and you're the sky - Namid - Oct 23, 2015

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Fallen Tree Cove was slowly growing smaller and smaller by what seemed to be day by day. It alarmed her to no end, and though she knew of Desideria’s reason for leaving as well as Asphodel and Hemlock’s she couldn’t help but feel unsettled by the absences that appeared within the communal den. There was also the problem of the disappearance of their herds, which had until recently been decently close by. They had seemed to have disappeared overnight, and Namid hadn’t the time yet to go and properly search them out. It seemed, however, that she still wouldn’t have that time on her paws as a call rang up. Her auds perks at the sound and her brows furrowed, unsure of who it was that was calling. She assumed that it would have to be the newest female in their ranks, the likes of which she hadn’t been able to meet yet. She needed more hours in the day, but feared she would collapse in exhaustion if given such a thing. Sighing she turned and began to lope toward where the call had gone up, finding it had come from the direction of the communal den. The Queen of the Lake raced through the trees, pale body streaking among the foliage as her muscles pounded away at the earth. Soon enough she reached them, finding Kajika, Vespertio, and a ghostly, rather frightening looking women in her midst. Her tail rose slightly to let the woman know who she was, a friendly smile gracing her maw as she gave them each a gentle nod. “Hello, everyone!” she greeted. Moving over to Vespertio she fixed her mismatched gaze on him happily, though there was a clear bit of exhaustion in their depths. “Hello, darling,” she murmured their typical greeting, offering a nuzzle to his cheek and a bump to his shoulder before sidling up next to him. “What seems to be the event today?” she inquired.

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RE: and you're the sky - Morganna - Oct 24, 2015

@Elettra @Nicolò @Adele @Skoll @Enoki @Craw @Hecate @Pickerel @Greer @Isolde @Sven (Also Angier/Niles and Ravenna but I didn't want to double/triple ping you guys - if the kids come along it'll be expected they are just watching)

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Morganna had been patrolling the south eastern border, only a short distance behind Craw if his scent was any indicator, when the faint unfamiliar howl travelled across the rise. She paused in her tracks, ears cupping forward on her head as she tried to recall what direction Enoki and Adele had left that morning. With her hint that the herds seemed to be camped on the rise she was sure they would have gone that in that direction if they had any intention of hunting and a tightness began to form in her chest. The voice had been calling for the attention of others and her anxiety rose. She was filling in for her mother, she had a responsibility to keep her pack members safe.

What would Elettra do?

She barked, hoping Craw was within earshot as she moved towards the fireweed, before issuing her own short rallying call to the members of the pack (and silently hoping at this hour of the afternoon that Skoll would be close to waking up if not emerging from his den already). She wanted to make sure their hunters were ok first, and then they could all deal with the poachers so close to their home.

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RE: and you're the sky - Sven - Oct 24, 2015

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SVEN ARCHER

& the night is closing in

Sven had been keeping himself busy on the fringe of the territory, undertaking something relatively close to patrolling. It was beginning to cement within the youth's mind that he was quite ready to be an adult now, despite the long stretch of time that lay in front of him before anyone else would regard him as such. He knew of the work his father @Skoll did to provide for the pack, and yearned to follow in his footsteps. Still, there was uncertainty lingering within him, a thorough sense of displacement. Transitions were never fun, he was discovering.

It seemed aimless to make these rounds, and the boy was likely to be distracted by this and that. It would have been a relief to receive his Aunt's call within his ears, if it hadn't been for the urgency so thickly laden in the message. Something was wrong, and perhaps it was necessary that he stay within the Ridge, given that he was still a child. There was a select number of pack mates whom, if the call had been made by them, would have been able to convince the boy as much. Morganna was not among them. If she were facing any breed of trouble, Sven would be there.

Swiftly, he transitioned from trot to sprint, following the dying notes and then, her scent. The distance was blessedly short, and it was only a short amount of time between that initial perception and the moment he fell into step behind her, dutifully following wherever she might lead him.

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RE: and you're the sky - Ravenna - Oct 25, 2015

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The sunny afternoon was quite pleasant for her, though as her winter coat grew in thicker she had to admit she was eager for her first winter despite the warnings which all the older members of her pack kept feeding her. She had seen the first bits of snow by now, all which had melted away she she recalls that day with a smile as she bounds along her mother's side with her plush tail high in the air and a sway of her thickening hips which mimicked her mother's own. If she had not been bound to her mother's side before, now she was more so, traveling with her as much as possible despite her mother's protests. If she was snapped at, more often or not she would ask her dark brother, @Greer to keep a silent eye on her just in case she stumbled and made herself worse off then she was now. Ravenna loved her sister, Morganna, but as far as the pale babe was concerned, Elettra was the eldest sister to her kin here, mate to the Leader and mother of all, the founder... she would always be Queen of Willow Ridge.

The sound of a stranger's call stopped her romping, standing stiff and weary. Mother's growl caused Ravenna's own, her nose going to the air to sniff out the strangers but firstly taking in Morganna's scent and one of the new members within the pack her father had met up with. Following her mother's lead, Ravenna quickly dashed along the brush and into Morganna's direction. "Another group?" She questioned delicately as her eyes darted in between her mother and sister. Of course, she took note to Sven, though made little acknowledge of him at the moment.

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RE: and you're the sky - Elettra - Oct 25, 2015

the tidbit about morg mentioning @Pickerel if you want me to change it, lemme know!

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It was, without a doubt, that Elettra Archer was reluctant to call Willow Ridge anything but her own. She had found this bit of land, the den site, its founding members and had named it all her own. It was with a need to further solidify her right as it's leader that Skoll and Morganna's very existence was made. Elettra would not, could not, bow before anyone, though it would seem she would not have to... Whilst injured, Morganna had yet to allow the position to go to her head, more often or not still looking to her parents for advice which was far more then Elettra could ever imagine Skoll to do... Not being the Leader of this pack was far from odd to her and more so not knowing everything that was happening. Already there were two members within the pack that she had yet to meet, one in particular which her daughter had accepted named Acoy, which of course she was quite excited to meet. Elettra was butt hurt, even going so far as to avoid one on ones with her mate in order to talk of the subject and had spent far too much time scouting out for herbs before the pig in the rise got to it all.

Limping at her daughter's side, her ears perk to the sound of a group, then Morganna and a growl seeps from her lips as she struggles to keep up with her daughter. Pale eyes dance to both Sven and Morganna, her nose twitching, trying to pin-point the scent though could not keep up with it. The scent of those around her was overwhelming enough, it seemed and she could not focus. "Its another pack in our hunting grounds..." She answers Ravenna's questioning before Morganna could, though said nothing more as they awaited a plan of action. Of course, Elettra would have no intention of allowing another pack waltz down south and take what was not theirs. After all, the Rise had been an area for Willow wolves to hunt in from the very beginning, even the Caverns wolves knew this.

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RE: and you're the sky - Nicolò - Oct 26, 2015

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The Archers had always been territorial wolves. Anyone on their land or on their hunting grounds were always dealt with swiftly and without mercy. Punishment was the only option. Throughout his years as a storyteller, Nicolò had seen this occur on multiple occasions, the results sometimes deathly.

Every once in a while, Nico would take some time to himself and be away from his sister so that he would be able to get some air. Today, he had decided to round the borders, making them with the powerful aroma of Willow Ridge. The unfamiliar scent of multiple wolves had reached his nostrils. Naturally, at the intruders, Nico’s nostrils flared with anger. Knowing that it would do him no use to charge in without backup, Nico looped around, searching for anyone else in the pack.

Luckily, it appeared as though his sister and niece had discovered something of the same thing. Silently, he made his way next to his sister’s side, giving her a brief glance, irritation noticeable in his pale yellow orbs. These bastards would pay for trespassing on their hunting grounds and it would just be another entry of his mind full of stories. He did, however, note that the children were present and he was quite curious as if they were truly going to watch them.

WesternStock @ DA, KYghost @ DA & Dawnthieves.de - Table by PuppyThief

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RE: and you're the sky - Pickerel - Oct 27, 2015

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Pickerel had been returning from a journey to the lagoon. He had been observing the waters, determining when it would be too cold to continue fishing. He walks, his mind calculating about the water as he heads back toward the den site. He rounds the northern area of the willow territory, freezing in his tracks when a long howl fills the air. Ears straining, the russet wolf leans forward. His nose scrunches and his eyes narrow. The howl didn't sound familiar at all- it was no one from his pack. Who was it?

A few minutes after, there's a rally call that sounds off closer than the first howl. Morganna. Alert and anxious, the Acoy wolf immediately takes off in a full sprint. The crisp air whips through his coat; his orange-yellow eyes watering. Jaws part as he runs, allowing his pink tongue to loll from his mouth. After about ten minutes, he arrives to the scene, where many of the Archer wolves have gathered.

Gathering his composure, he dips his head respectively to those before him as he approaches. His eyes remain narrow as he catches some conversation. Others in our territory . His hackles beg to rise on his red hued neck.

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