Willow Ridge Wind of change

Read only thread between Ravenna and Ragnar. Freyja and/or @Blitz may join in later, just ask if so.

Ragnar could feel the change in the wind, fighting to break through his thick coat of blonde and golden hairs. Winter was far from over yet and though the land seemed quiet and still, the Willow Ridge wolves teemed with life and prevailed. With his mother at the helm of leadership and his father leading the guard, Ragnar felt confident even with Sven's absence they would do well. Not that Ragnar did not want @Sven around, but he also wanted him out there, looking for his pups hecause Ragnar wanted Scully and Avella home and safe.

From this stand point he could only watch and wait patiently, glacier pale eyes looking up and over the dead treetops and to the foggy mountains to the east. That would be the first place he'd go when it was his turn to venture the world. For now he settled under a large willow tree just at the edges of their homeland, marked by two graves, that of his grandparents where they had both met and they had both died.

Along the delicate slopes and rises of the willow forest Ravenna could see her son settled at the outskirts. He sat by the very last place where Ravenna had seen her mother alive and had found her father dead. Ravenna could never forgive her agemate brother for his idiocy and never would.

Barking out to her son, she closes the distance between them as she comes along his side, touching her dark grey muzzle to the gold of his ear. Her pale eyes lifted, directed to the place which Ragnar had been looking out towards an age approached. The mountains, in a shroud of fog over the pale blue sky. "Interested in going there someday?"

He had been busy. He always was these days. But never enough that he couldn't take the time off to spend it with his little family. The inky male had tried to encourage Freyja to come along with him on a border run, but the blonde had only been half interested. Realizing that not every member of the pack was cut out for such a job...or even interested in it, he called it short. He could afford to take a break.

Besides, he was at a point in his patrol where stopping was timed perfectly. As he skirted along the fringe of the territory, where one Willow Tree of great significance stood, he noticed to silhouettes sitting beneath it. One smaller than the other, their coats contrasting like gold and silver. He had found Ragnar and Ravenna together. And his son looked to be rather thoughtful. Freyja had bounded ahead of him, interested in engaging in conversation with her Mum and brother.

By contrast, Blitz stood back, taking the moment to admire the trio which was his family. All whom he loved immensely. Even more than the sea. His children were growing up so fast and strong. The time had flew by faster than he liked. Still, even as they got older, his fatherly affections and protectiveness would never change. He would be there to guide them, whatever their endeavors. Silently he moved forward, coming to sit behind his first son, offering a simple, inquisitive rumble, with acidic eyes pinned forward far into the distance.

She was distracted. Her lips turned into a soft frown. Dad was making her come along his border check, hoping that she'd take interest. She knew he was just being thoughtful and all. Trying to teach her. But this just wasn't her thing! It was so routine! So boring! Besides she was a girl...it wasn't her job to fight off trespassers. Was it?

She'd much rather be out exploring like a scout would do. Collecting herbal plants at this time of the year was out, since the frost had killed them all. Even practicing fishing in the creek didn't sound half bad. Careful not to sigh too loudly, she rolled her soft blue eyes behind her fathers back every time he went on for what she thought was too long. This thing just wasn't her bit, and she sure as heck hoped it would be over soon.

Fortune had been on her side. Blitz had stopped not far from the Willow at the edge of the territory, taking notice of Mom and Ragnar. So that's where he went! Her brows furrowed as she looked at him, sitting there staring out into the distance. She could tell he had a lot on his mind lately. But she just could not get a moment with him to herself. Her timing had always been off. Until now. This was perfect! Flying ahead, she greeted her mom with a low chuff, squeezing in to peek her head over Ragnar's shoulder. But she didn't just blab out questions one after the other. She was more controlled than that. Instead, she just tried to catch his gaze with her own, knowing eyes.

With another deep breath and his icy eyes set to the mountainous landscape ahead, he took in the very close scent of his mother, which bit long came up along his side from behind him, touching the silver hairs of her muzzle to his gold of ear. He grumbles a silent hello to his mother then and says, "Yes, yes I do." He smiles as then both Freyja and his father come lopping along in what seemed like an obvious border patrol. It was one less body doing the border runs without Sven but it also equally meant one more scout of there which balanced out well enough.

Freyja giggled in between Ravenna and himself to place her head over his nape. He offers another grumble and wriggles in defiance though does not move from his placement. Mingled in silver and gold and all hues inbetween, he spoke up again, voice cracking as it began to change with his aging. "It feels like I've always wanted to explore, see the world... Maybe it's just something all kids feel, but I want to see it all, learn it all. Make a name for myself, you know?" It was such an ambitious thing for a teenage boy but perhaps, He'd grow out of it.

Ravenna nodded to her son, a smile pressing over her lips. "The mountains are both beautiful and terrifying in ways. It's natural for one to be drawn to them, even want to conquer them." She finishes at Freyja finishes making her way towards them, her figure along with her father's having come into view on another border run. Surely Reiko and Blackmoore were out and about somewhere doing the same.

She growls, nipping at her daughter's ear a she griggled herself into their placement. Pale eyes dancing towards their father which stood back a moment to look them over. A mischievous smirk touches the young woman's features as she remains tangled up with their first brood. When he joins them she tosses her head back, nosing at Blitz' nape and cheek, biting with her front small teeth.

Her teasing to Blitz stops as her son speaks up further. Her dark grey ears perk, she takes on a deep breath. "Yes, many pups 'leave the nest', as it were. Some right away to explore and come back, some don't leave for years and others make packs for themselves..." Silver eyes side glanced to Blitz, her expression of some concern. Ragnar wouldn't be one to stick around, she knew. Would Freyja join her brother in his venture? "Some, like me, stay in their home pack." She had gone to the north before and out and about. Not often and often not far. But her happiness was here and as the leader of it all (which is why many wolves leave anyhow to make their own family) that was even more incentive to stay here.