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He didn't know where the real den was, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know right now. It was very clear to him that he was not a member of this pack —not truly. He wore their terrible scent and he bore the marks of a lowly heathen... but he was not allowed to be a part of them, not allowed to approach the den or allowed to eat with them. He could share nothing with them but the air he breathed, and that was just an unchangeable travesty. Shade being the exception, Kiche had avoided the rest of the Willow wolves. Whether this was due to a fear of them or a fear of Elettra, the red man really couldn't say.

Of course she knew he was nearby, that was why this particular place had been chosen for the rendezvous. He had not seen his dark judge since he had been let in, but he could smell her on the breeze from time to time; she smelled of both damnation and salvation. But now she was close —very close. The summoning cry drove stakes through his heart and lungs, and for a moment he was so terrified and breathless that he could not move. Oh how he longed to see her again and let her abuse him, oh how he longed to wallow in this terrible fate that was his alone to bear.

In the dying, blood-red sunset, Kiche looked even more red and terrible. He appeared to be flickering wick of fire, a fire that burned in his heart and consumed his whole body... and perhaps threatened to consume the whole forest. So as not to startle anyone — particular his Reckoning — he made a good deal of noise as he approached. It was hardly a matter of attempt, however, seeing as his wounds had begun to fester and stink without anyone to intervene. Not that he would have wanted anyone to intervene. His long legged gait was heavily partial to his left side. Where the injuries came from, it was hard to say. They might have been from Elettra or they might have been from Shade or they might have been from the halfhearted attempts at hunting.

He announced his presence to his new liege with a whine, but hung back. There was already someone else here... some other male. How he was supposed to attend this meeting and avoid everyone else was a troubling conundrum. The only remedy he could come up with was to take a seat a good hundred feet away in plain sight of Elettta.

The very first pitch to vibrate the ruby sky drew Remy from her leisure. The peace she had found in her solitude would be short lived that quick-fallen evening and there would be no time to waste in her arrival. Though her steps fell heavy she did not saunter forth; it was with a great and astute need to be at the call's origin that drove her tank-like form forward with a haste she reserved for very, very few. Being the first to arrive wasn't her exact goal, but she was far more than pleased to find that only two had answered the beckoning call before her.

Among those gathered one she had already intercepted, so she served him with nothing more than an idle glance. The other, however, she full-on glared at. After all, her presence needed to be re-solidified and there was no better way to do it than with blatant rudeness and overt dominance. Or at least, that was Remy's method. She stalked forward, lowering herself accordingly as she passed Elettra with an averted gaze, to find a spot off-side of her Leader; putting herself physically below the dark-cloaked woman's rank but ahead of all the others. Once situated she resumed a proud stance, spine straight and tail high, to survey the rest as they arrived with an ice-coated stare.

He probably couldn’t have been further away if he tried, so the golden wolf made haste towards his lady’s call. Tattered ears flapped in the wind as the ground vanished beneath his paws and it was with a satisfied if twisted smile that he pressed on. Weeks ago, he would not have been able to manage a speed like this if his life had depended on it. He was feeling stronger already.

He had adjusted to his new surroundings well, and his days patrolling the borders had not gone to waste. His mind roved over the now familiar faces of those he had met, and still wondered about the blank faced scents he had only smelled but was yet to actually meet. Hopefully today, those holes would be filled.

As he drew nearer, the scents of the gathered washed over him, one in particular the most surprising of all. He was still a distance from the gathered, but it smacked him in the face and caused him to stop in his tracks, scarred face swinging as golden eyes pierced the red man so far from the others accusingly. If he was called, why was he still so far away? He was marked, but it didn’t sit right… Instinctively his tail twitched higher, forgetting the fact his torn lip was facing the mad man, and it would appear as though he snarled regardless of what expression painted his face.

He brushed it off for now and continued forward to the gathered. He took note of Shade, the only familiar face besides his lady’s and his eyes roved over the others as he approached Elettra to gently bump his snout against her jaw in a sign of respect, and nod in acknowledgment to the wolf that was clearly the female secont, before moving himself to settle a short distance away. Not bothering to mask the judgment on his face he gave the copper coated stranger a hard glare. How was he going to hear anything so far away?

Another day was passing away. Upon the edge of the willows, he paused to watch the brilliant light of the sun fight against the darkening sky. Everything was tinted in crimson before his golden eyes. He often wondered what made sunsets different colors, some more brilliant then others. He had been told it was a sign of things, but the young pup who had believed those stories was an adult who questioned them now.

The last rays of light dwindled, the sky an indigo, the sun though hidden was still shedding some light. A twist of his thick tail, he felt the cold hands of the night. He began to wonder if he should wander around the territory some more. A howl from his leader would direct his actions. It was time for a gathering.

With silver ears arched, they flicked toward the sound, revealing she was in the heart of the land for certain. His sturdy legs swiftly began a run, not wanting to get there last. Twisted, and turns to the scene, when he fell upon his gathered pack mates, he was worried he was the very last one. He was here, and trotted toward Elettra. His golden eyes looked only to her, where he too touched his nose to her chin, then respectuflly lowered his posture to all those above him. He would give indirect glances to place faces, and scent to mind. He then meandered to sit by the grizzled, lightly colored man he had met not long ago. The he realized Narime was not here either. His ears twisted back, hoping the girl would arrive soon.