Whitestone Monadnock Pack Thread

It was almost midnight by the time Lorcan finally arrived back within the pack’s territory, having taken him an hour or so to travel back through the lowlands and climb up the steep cliff-side of the monadnock. Whilst his mission to catch some hares had failed miserably, the young male was now intent on carrying out a new task. His encounter with Askan on the lowlands had left him with an uneasy feeling in his gut and the subordinate considered it his best option to tell someone about it, more specifically, @Craw. Even if his alpha thought nothing of it, Lorcan would be able to sleep soundly knowing that he had told somebody about his worries and concerns. At least this way he could not be scolded for withholding information from anyone, should in the future, this situation surrounding the dark-haired brute turn out to be of some significance to the Whitestone Monadnock Pack.

As he traipsed up quietly to the entrance of the main den, he peered around in the immediate area anxiously, golden eyes searching through the dark. “Craw, are you there?” He whispered loudly, hoping not to disturb the sleeping pups, as he stood there waiting for his alpha to make an appearance.

Lorcan felt his body jump when the sound of Craw's voice replied out from the dark. Turning his head, golden eyes searching for the familiar shape of his alpha in the shadows, and upon finding him immediately approached, head bowing down low respectfully. "Sorry to bother you, Sir." He whispered, his voice growing a little deeper in seriousness.

"I've just returned from the lowlands, where I spoke to someone named Askan." He began, hoping that he wasn't wasting Craw's time. "I am probably worrying over nothing, but, he asked me if I belonged to a pack - and when I said I did, he said he also had assets nearby." His face screwed up awkwardly, thinking that he sounded stupid for even talking about it now. "I don't really know what he meant by that - and he also mentioned that there were other packs nearby, but I'm sure you're already aware of those.." Lorcan grimaced awkwardly as his voice trailed off into silence and he turned his gaze to the ground.

Looking back up to Craw, he shook his head in dismissal. "Sorry - this is silly... I just thought I should tell you... I'll let you get back to whatever it was you were doing..." He fell silent, ears falling back against his head and waited, expecting to hear Craw laugh and then dismiss him away.

When Craw didn't laugh at him or turn him away for wasting his time, Lorcan grew all the more serious. Golden eyes widened as Craw repeated the name back to him, seemingly familiar with it. Had they met before? Lorcan tilted his head from one side to the other, neither agreeing or disagreeing with his alpha's suspicions that the dark-haired brute had been taken in by someone, or a group of wolves. The young male could neither confirm or deny it, so, believing Craw to much more adept at situations like these, being older than himself, Lorcan remained in neutral silence. "I'm not entirely sure, Sir. It was only him out on the lowlands." He said, a little annoyed with himself that he hadn't tried to get more information out of him now that he was aware that Craw was indeed interested. "He seemed to know of the river at the palisade, like he'd been there before - but it didn't sound like he'd visited there for a while." His speech fell silent. He had nothing left to offer for information, for he knew only vague snippets of detail that he had managed to pick out from his conversations with Askan. "That's all I know..." Lorcan admitted, moving in to step closer to Craw to find out what he would do next.

Lorcan wagged his tail in acknowledgement to Craw's appraisal as his alpha moved in to brush his chin over his muzzle. A soft purr rumbled in his throat at the action of affirmation. When Craw turned to look over to the den and call out for some other pack members, Lorcan lowered his haunches to sit comfortably nearby the den, contented to be the silent bystander as they waited for his fellow pack mates to arrive. He was somewhat surprised to hear a chuff in the air, as one of the members confirmed their approach, having half-expected all the other pack members to be curled up comfortably within the main den at this time of night. But, then again, he supposed their whereabouts didn’t matter, so long as they were within hearing distance and turned up in a reasonable time.

Black nostrils flared when he heard someone approach. Golden eyes strained through the darkness, managing to catch a glimpse of the shadowy figure that now dipped its head towards them respectfully. Silver eyes briefly glanced towards him and Lorcan responded with a small yip in greeting to Greer. The second one to arrive was easier to spot, with their pale coat. Celandine offered him no greeting and so Lorcan remained silent and settled down quietly, content to observe the conversation between the three other wolves.