Drooping Willows falling like ashes to the ground

backdated to around march 12th. This is for Attica, but Ravenna/Enoki are welcome here. Either way he's giving a goodbye howl.

Renier Lyall
don't worry about me the heart is suppose to bleed

He didn't think it would be hard to set foot out of the Ridge. It had been easy when he had set to the Ghastly Woods, getting out of the smothering atmosphere that nothing was wrong. Gold eyes looked back upon the Ridge, trying to memorize it, it was quite hard. It felt wrong to turn his back against it. Those he had comforted, fed, and protected. But, everything he had done, and worked for seemed to slip away. As if he had never came back, and nothing had changed.

Would Ravenna think less of him for not staying beneath Sven? For not wanting to help Enoki raise her first litter? Would she think it terrible he hated how it was her Uncle's to begin with? He didn't know, and wasn't sure he wanted to. Why he had heart to want to speak to them, he didn't feel it would matter. Surely they would not miss him. Maybe, the food he had brought back, and the secure borders. But him? They would be better off mending their wounds as a family without the odd man out. Really, shouldn't they know, there wasn't anything here for him. It was not in his nature to be continually shoved down and cast aside.

A shake of his rough, he put his cream muzzle to the sky and sang a song of goodbye, a sad note managing to creep within it. He would miss them. Swiftly he headed out, following the trail Odin had started. He was eager to reach them, and get away from here. There were sudden footfalls, and he turned enough to see who was coming up behind him. "Attica?" What are you doing here? Are you okay? He wordlessly seemed to ask with his soft, gold gaze.

(This post was last modified: Mar 24, 2017, 11:34 PM by Renier.)

There was no mistaking the change in the atmosphere when Sven had won his challenge against Renier Lyall. The snarls and growls of their fight had shaken the land for and chilled to the bone. At least, it had for Ravenna. The ambition which Sven held to make these lands a better place, to make this place great again, could not be smothered and she knew her nephew would do everything in his power to make that happen. Still, Ravenna did not know if challenging Renier right now had been what was best for the ranks. With everything constantly changing, all Ravenna could hope for was consistency, simplicity. The pack had not been settled since Angier and Elettra were alive and both ruling the pack. Morganna had not helped it, Nicolo had not, nor Renier, would Sven? As her cousin's farewell call echoed over the lands, her heart sank. He was her only connection she had to the Lyall family and had hopes with him she would be able to find a place among them where so many Archers had abandoned her. What would be left of their peace with Grizzly Hollow now, where Sven held no interest in anything other then Archer? Already Odin had packed up and left, taking Bojack and the little girl with her... and now Renier? Where was Atty? Ravenna began to wonder if there was anything much left of the pack to hold onto. Could Willow Ridge possibly be Willow Ridge without Angier and Elettra to rule it? Lifting up her maw, she cries out to Renier. Cries out is sorrow that she did not want him to go, that she would miss him, that she loved him as much as anyone else she called family.