It had been several months since the black masked male last set foot within the Cedarwood Forest Yet he could see no change. He could also remember it well, his memory had been foggy at first finding it hard to picture his old home but now that he was here it all came flooding back to him. As padded down a worn and familiar trail he soon found himself at the edge of a small grassy clearing in the cedar forest. A few rocks scattered around here and there and to one corner of the tiny green sat a boulder that made him grin to himself. He quickly rushed forwards taking his time to rub his flank up against the smooth granite surface as he passed it before inspecting the opening hidden just to the side of it, his old den. It was still abandoned, well that is until now. His plan was to reclaim it and once again settle into the life of a lone wolf within relic lore.

When Weldering first arrived in Relic Lore back last Summer he had wandered into Cedarwood first, it was his favourite place. So familiar and welcoming - because this was the part of Relic Lore he got used to before anywhere else. It jut went to show how comfortable he was with the territory seeing as he made his den here also. The silver and black brute spent a while merely stood outside of his reclaimed den. His large paw pads flexing as the snow pressed between his toes. Taking in the various scents and sounds for a while. Even Weldering had noticed the eerie stillness of the forest. His frown carving into a concerned frown almost ready to turn into his den and get some much needed rest hoping that it would change when he woke up. But then a howl soared into the air, it's source was not too far either.


He could not just ignore the call, it seemed familiar but yet whom it belonged too he could not say. Just that it was a she-wolf. With his frown faded from his mask Weldering turned now heading towards the wolf who had called almost expecting to bump into a klatsch or wolves. All mingling and discussing things randomly. Though as he drew closer it became apparent that nobody else was here, it was only them. His twilight blue gaze glancing over the female unsure of who she was. The Tainn and Swift Rover scent however was recognisable and for that reason he was cautious. He had been hoping to see Ioni or even Junai but instead there was a fully grown Tainn that was neither.

The snow had settled over the land she had found, and with it, lack of smaller game. She had found them, but scarce were the rabbits and the squirrels, not enough at all to fill her stomach, let alone the stomach of her young companion. Vlar had ranged away from their temporary home, leaving Raigo to sleep in the warmth of a small hollow. Winter was a time for wolves to use their stored fat, but to wolves like she and the young pup - it was a dangerous time. The warbling howl froze the female in her tracks, her head lifting and ears training on the origin of the sound. It sounded young and inexperienced, but it did not mean she was alone.



Vlarindara slipped forward, crouching low enough that her belly almost brushed the crystalline top of the snow. She lifted and placed her paws with determined precision - if she had to run, she knew she would have to take the same path in this unfamiliar territory. At the scent of wolves, she crouched once more, her belly rubbing along the snow this time as she froze and listened, every sense straining towards the pair. She knew it was a pair as the two scents were intermingling in her nose. Vlarindara moved slightly as the wind shifted, letting it ruffle her fur and carry it behind her, downwind of the other canids.

The black masked male had not forgotten his own history within Relic Lore, it was not particularly great but he felt as though this was his home now. He had nowhere else to go. He also felt a swell of anger building up on the inside when thinking about both Indru and Ruiko, how dare they think that the entire territory of Relic Lore belonged to them. How dare they act some obnoxious and rude towards lone wolves - not allowing them the freedom to do whatever they pleased. That hazy day of fighting was stuck in his mind now as he glared at the young Tainn girl a little puzzled. Though not as confused as when she turned, her features softened as she instantly recognised him.


'Don't play games with me, Weldering.'


He couldn't believe it. Standing to his full height the black and silver male frowned for a moment until the she-wolf's vocals gave her away. Looking at her harder with his bright twilight blue eyes. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"Wait... Borlla?" He muttered quietly. The faintest wag of the tip of his tail was made as he begun to tilt his muzzle to the side. He was right, it was her! <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"Borlla! You've grown so much. I... I couldn't recognize you. You're an adult now." He grinned, happily forgetting the past events and enjoying the present. Every so often lifting the tip of his blackened nose checking to see if anyone else (mainly Tainn's) were close by though since the other she-wolf was upwind he did not notice her presence. His attention switching back upon Borlla once more. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"How have you been?"

It was the Joyous sound of greeting that the female noticed first, working to keep her body low to the ground as she could get. There were at least two wolves, one a male, and a female being the other of the pair.. Of course, she simply didn't want to have to tousle with two wolves, that would simply mean trouble for her. Despite her reluctance to get quite so close to the possibly dangerous situation, she was curious about the wolves that lived here in this land. If they were much too strong, she'd simply have to leave and find other lodgings rather than risk a run-in with them.



Her ears were shifted forward as she took refuge behind a fallen log, using it to hide her form, and something of her scent so she could listen without fear of discovery. From the way the male spoke, he'd been gone some time -or the female had. Long enough to grow into an adult, surely, she couldn't imagine a pup being out on their own - but then again, her own charge had come into the same trouble it seemed. Vlarindara settled into the snow, creating herself a small bed before curling her tail up over her paws. It was cold, but curling into a tighter ball did quite a bit to conserve warmth - and that's just what she did while working to discover more of the wolves in this land. she simply had to pray that the wind wouldn't shift and give her position away.



Of course, no sooner had that thought left her head when the wind did shift and she froze, her entire form straining to notice any change of the two only yards away.

He could recall what he had done, everything. He was a poor misguided soul and even now he still cared about his friend Ioni despite what happened. I mean if Ioni had not cared about him then why had she backed down to help spare Weldering from a damn good thrashing or even death. It had been a shame that Borlla had to see the fight, the same with Junai. But it did not exactly go to plan, it had never been his intention to upset the young girl that was for sure. Weldering could see the awkwardness she held as he sighed softly.


She had noticed that he had left Relic Lore? Weldering was almost touched that someone had actually taken notice of him and what he had done. He thought that nobody would have even noticed. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"I joined Midnight Plateau, but when the water disappeared Honijo left and then I decided to go as well. Then the water came back... and then I did too." There was not really much else he could say about the subject as he rolled his shoulders back into a simple shrug. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"I'm glad you're ok."