Magnolia Glen Magnolia Glen Pack Thread

A strange sense of worry washed over the male as the Yearling confirmed his answer – not for Siku, for she was plenty capable of looking after herself. But for her son that she had just left behind without word. The simple thought of leaving behind either Kyros or Hypatia without word nauseated him, and while the ivory Leader desired no more than to close the gap between he and Ataneq now and console the youth as a father would, he withheld. Given the young Tartok male’s upbringing, he doubted entirely that the emotion and physical contact would be welcome.. the best the Argyris wolf could do for him was maintain him as a pack member and keep him safe for the time being.

“Borlla will be pleased to know you have decided to stay,” he responded, giving a nod to the youth. “As am I.” The words were carefully chosen, but heartfelt, and his fiery eyes regarded the handsome wolf before him with a surge of pride. Magnolia Glen could be this Yearling’s home.. and in time, he would rise within it.

The silence did not stretch between them long, and upon Ataneq’s request, the Leader gave quiet contemplation of the idea. The swarthy boy was indeed too young – despite being one of the more mature Yearling’s Phineas had ever met. “You are too young right now,” he confirmed quietly, as there was still much for the youth to learn. “But that does not mean you cannot work towards either of these roles, though thus far you have been proving your worth as such. When you are older, you will be granted the role of your choice officially,” he decided, knowing this was not likely the answer the boy was looking for, but the best he could give him for now.

It was with great sadness that Ataneq would have to move forward while knowing that his mother was gone. He didn’t know whether or not her leave was temporary and she would come back for him, or if he was truthfully on his own. Either way, he was not on his own and he had to make the best of it. There was no reversing his situation and he had to simply deal with the change like the adult that he would soon become. Leaving Phineas and Borlla wouldn’t be fair and they deserved better than to have wolves skip out on them without a word. At least he had assumed Siku would have told them before her dismissal but apparently that wasn’t the case. His mother hadn’t even had the decency to offer them a goodbye nor her own son.

With a smile, he nodded. At least his two leaders were pleased with his stay just as he assumed that Po would be elated that he wasn’t ditching her. Although his mother might not have found a connection with the wolves here, he had without even meaning to. Even if he was too young to properly hold a rank, it certainly didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to try for it when he was an adult. The way he saw it, it meant he had plenty of time to practice and excel. “That sounds fair,” he answered with a nod and realized that this would be a good change. It would keep his mind off of his mother’s disappearance and maybe it would keep these strange, bubbling feelings from welling inside of his chest.

“Thank you,” he answered, “for everything.” From here, he needed to go see Eponine. She would need to see him, as they had a lot to talk about. Bowing his head to his Alpha Male, he then departed.

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Midafternoon - Clear — Current Temperature: -22° F/-30° C

The woman, trying so hard to recover, was finding little help from the weather. Though the snow had stopped falling, the freezing temperatures had made kept what had fallen right in place, and had even frozen it more. Everything was cold. Feverishly cold. Her body ached as she shifted from side-to-side within the den, sleepless even in sleep. So much so that she soon found herself awake, sore, cold and yet hot. With effort, she pulled herself out of the den to face the sun, but it gave her no warmth. Her paws crunched loudly through the frozen top layer of snow, sinking an inch or so down, sending chills up her sore legs. Borlla winced, tempted to retreat back into the den, but it wasn't as though it was much better down there, and she was still so very determined to shake whatever she had gotten after her accident. Her leg had healed up for the most part, though she still kept her weight off of it. And whatever ailed her own obviously refused to be healed with immobility.

High-stepping across the clearing, the Tainn woman took a moment to catch her breath beside a lone boulder. It was chilly as she leaned against it, and for a moment Borlla felt as though she had no fur. It didn't seem to be shielding her at all from the hateful bite of fall. Scowling, she leaned a bit harder against the rock, honeyed eyes narrowing as she kept herself from backing down. Her muscles were certainly not pleased with the sudden onslaught of chill, but she was strangely determined in her mission to create her own, non-sickly warmth. Her inner temperature felt as though it were fluctuating between hot and cold until it seemed to level out at a pleasant warm. At least for now, her fur seemed to be protecting her once again (or, more accurately, her skin was a bit less sensitive to the temperature). Internally, aside from the sudden levelness of her internal temperature, she could not say she truly felt any better, but she took most of her weight from the rock again, finding a simple support in it now. <b style="color:#32527a">

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Aternoon. Light snow — Current Temperature: 1° F/-17° C

He had abandoned border patrol for the day; a job he had not been asked to do but one he didn't seem to be able to stop, it must have been habit. With more snow falling from the sky the task was becomming more and more energy consuming. Dragging himself through snow drifts and avoiding slipping on ice was more of a task than was worth it. With their food cache slowly depleting, he simply didn't want to spend any extra energy then he had left. However, Rhysis didn't do well being cooped up. He enjoyed his freedom, exploring, being nosy and vetting any who knocked at their door. Though his original plan had been to stay just the winter, he was enjoying the stress free life that came with limited responsability. It made a nice change of pace for the dark beast to just sit back and let others do the worrying. Though he was not a mindless drone, it was sometimes nice to play one.

He found himself wandering towards the pack clearing. The place where wolves tended to gather a lot judging by the variety of scents around him. There appeared to be no one present at the moment but more were probably curled up in the warmth of their dens; it was damn cold out here and even though his thick fur he could feel a bit in the air. He had never really been one to seek out company, but with the lack of things to do and limited travel options, the next best thing would be snooping; getting a feel for the others in his pack, perhaps even making a few allies along the way should any of the wolves turn out to be uselful. Alas, as with his usual luck, there was no one to be found but instead of returning home, he simply found a spot beneath a tree and laid himself down to rest a while. Not sleep, just rest.

Evening, Overcast — Current Temperature: 21° F/-6° C
James had been doing what he promised. Walking borders and not eating the pack's food. After one of those things was done he had decided to lounge in front of the pack den. Things had been rather silent for the Slayer. Some might call that a blessing but he didn't enjoy it. It gave him the feeling others were trying to ignore him. Perhaps because he was new, a foreign scent to their noses.

Laying down in the snow he was easy to see. His dark figure stood out against the white ground like a sore paw. Part of him begged for company from another fellow member but then again he enjoyed the silence. The company would give him a chance to bond, yet the silence gave him the chance to relax and not worry. Humming to himself was the most company it seemed he was getting for now.

James had came here on a mission to find this Shade man but it seemed his mission had taken a detour. It had thrown him here in a pack called Magnolia Glen. It seemed he would be spending sometime here. Until he gained the Alpha's trust and respect. He'd also have to stay a little longer then winter to show he wasn't using them as some sort of cover from winter. He wasn't like that anyways. James had promised loyality and it had to be shown before he made any sort of stupid decisions. The words of Phineas echoed in his head too, "I will feast on your hide." So what he was talking about the food? The thought of it was enough to make him not do anything stupid.

After slinking to follow Borlla, and Phineas, further into the territory and finding where the pack den was, Neoma was silently fuming as she trotted towards the edge of the trees surrounding the den. Huffing to herself, her eyes were drawn to another dark furred wolf lounging by a tree.

Tail flicking in thought, Neoma decided she needed to get to know at least a few of her new pack members. Ignoring her rumbling stomach-she had obeyed the leaders’ order not to eat from the caches, no matter how tempting it was to disobey-and settled down on the other side of the tree beside the male, not caring if she surprised him or not. She was tired, cold and hungry and though she wished for nothing more than to feast then sleep, she also knew there was no way she could before proving herself to the pack.

As the lowest, she knew what to expect but that didn’t mean she had to like it. Yes, she should have shown her submission to this wolf but her hurt pride wouldn’t allow it.

Glancing over to the male, Neoma introduced herself. ”I’m Neoma Flint. I hope you don’t mind me joining you?”

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Like a serpent slithering back into the cracks of the earth, Albireo had retreated towards the heart of the territory. While he had told his brother that the pack had needed him, it was a flimsy and dishonest excuse. Even though the days were lengthening, Relic Lore was still just as cold and inhospitable. There was nothing to hunt, no caches to tend to, and watching the borders was the only task worth keeping up with but Albireo was loathe to chance another encounter with Deneb at the border. He knew his brother wouldn't risk following him in, but he was surprised that Deneb hadn't even stopped his retreat. It wasn't likely for Deneb to give up right away, so Albireo planned on hanging low until his kin starved out there. It surely wouldn't be long.

Albireo ducked into the den, finding it quiet and empty. He circled about, finally lying down with his face peering out the entrance. He kept his muddy dark eyes on the edge of the clearing, still expecting Deneb to materialize at any second. Al tried to sleep, but his thoughts kept swirling. Judgement was out there, waiting for him.

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In the early light of a late winters morning, Zia was already busy. She was restless, the long cold nights making it difficult for her to sleep. The ever present hunger, the ache in her stomach, only added to her discomfort. There was nothing she could do about it though. The only option was to wait, to hope that spring would come soon. Occasionally, a glimmer of hope shone upon the wolves of the Glen. Such as the frantic hunt just weeks ago, when by chance, a lone caribou had wandered into the Lore. Just the smell of fresh, live prey, had been enough to get the wolves of both packs stirred into action. Having already completed one round of border patrol, Zia felt satisfied that she could return to the den and rest easy. In the middle of winter, it was doubtful that many outsiders would come creeping close in search of a home. That time was now over...the influx of lone wolves seeking entry had seemed to diminish. Her emotions as of late, seemed to be a roller coaster. One day she was high spirited and optimistic, the next she was weighed down with guilt and sorrow. Winter had been cruel to them all. It had started with the loss of her best friend, and the death of Kyros was still fresh in her mind. Today, she was numb, sapphire eyes cast ahead blankly, while her paws through the snow. The fluttering of spindly branches from an overhead tree disrupted the peace, sending a sprinkling mist of white powder cascading down onto her back. Startled, she scurried forward several feet before spinning around, glaring up over her shoulder at the offending tree with an annoyed growl. Damn this weather...she couldn't wait until it passed. Snorting softly, she resumed her path towards the den, where a particularly fresh scent was coming from. As she neared, glittering eyes peeking into the darkness, she could make out the figure of a lounging form of a wolf. Albireo. The male was a complete mystery to her, and one she did not encounter often. In fact, if she recalled correctly, they had never even exchanged words before. Not that she cared, of course. What was he doing just laying around? Shouldn't he be doing at least something to contribute to the pack in these trying times? The silvery woman was about to confront him about just that when something much more interesting caught her attention. The smell of death, of predator and prey hung heavily in the air, teasing her nostrils. There, a short distance away, laying in the snow, was the carcass. The body of the young doe was abandoned, the distinct puncture marks on it's throat a telltale sign of suffocation. "Don't just lay there...do you smell that? Finally, our luck has turned. We can't afford to pass this up." She stated evenly to her pack mate, fully expecting him to follow her lead. Bounding through the snow towards the precious food source, Zia staked her claim by standing over the body. But she would not dive in just yet. She along with all the others, were hungry too. Eager to alert her fellow wolves of a feast, she raised her muzzle to the sky and let out a beckoning howl. There was a meal to be had.

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Afternoon | Partly Cloudy - 46° | Disposition: Docile/Relaxed

For the first time since her invitation to the Glen, K'arnae hobbled out from her hideaway to sniff around the pack's den. It took some time for her to acquaint herself with the smell of the coterie, but as with all things it was only a matter of time. Being mindful of her leg, the unkempt female settled her bulk just outside the reach of the main den. Her eyes were closed and posture relaxed as she paused for a moment to rest.