Drooping Willows Return From the Doorway of Death

@Angier @Elettra specifically, anyone else from Willow Ridge who wants to jump in is welcome though! Don't feel the need to match the length of this extremely long post. :) I rambled.


Tired paws formed a rythymic, monotone beat on the hard ground. His head hung low, heavy was exhaustion. Normally the lithe scout would've been filled with energy, purpose, and exhilaration at making his way back home, but shame was a thick grey cloud over his shoulders. When he got the news from @Skoll that young Deacon had gone missing, black paws had immediately carried him east. The mountains were the most dangerous place the eldest Archer-Lyall pup could've been, and the man knew that the absence of young Deacon's scent would be a comfort.


But what the copper and charcoal wolf hadn't realized was that he had never been in the mountains. A long while had been wasted wandering through the peaks in pursuit of escape from the uneven grey landscape. For a little while, he'd been close to death. But he was alive now. The man had triumphed over his demons to find his way out. For this reason he was proud, but the guilt of being gone for so long was a tough weight to bear. And the copper coated wolf knew exactly what he would do.

The borders of Willow Ridge lay here. Ironically, it was the same spot Angier had accepted him into the pack. The man had also met one of Angier's step-sons, Skoll, here. A sort of bond had emerged between the two. They were so different in looks and personality, but a light built and the ability to run was deeply ingrained in them both. A long howl was issued across the territory in the musical tone he so favored. It asked for his leaders, saying no more because it was certain they'd be here soon enough to hear straight from the Nan's mouth what had happened. He couldn't be sure yet about Deacon, but one thing was for sure: Lunas, the Willow Ridge scout, had returned home.

The melody of the wolf, singing out through the air for her and her mate's attention, was a familiar one. One that brought a slight waver to her tail as she turned upon her route along the pack's border and into his direction. After her young son had returned to the pack others came in tow - Morganna, whom had found and brought Deacon back, as well as Skoll. Now, with the arrival of Lunas, only Adelaide and Asriel were accounted for as missing, those who she hoped may return as well in due time. After all, though there was a few within her ranks she had yet to trust, the majority of the members of her pack had become close and trusted by her. Lunas, more of less an awkward, quirky wolf to her, still did his job and did it well and it was these qualities within him she took too.

Loping in a bound towards him, she assessed the smaller male, thinner now if only by his time of travel gone longer then originally planned. Where had he searched for Deacon, seeing as both Morganna and Skoll had moved north? Certainly an explanation would be made to her so for the time being Elettra only came to him with a wave of her tail and a slight smirk pressed upon her mug. She settled down before the smaller wolf and although she did not say anything to him just yet, her expression alone was enough to allow him to know she was happy to see him once more.

There is a family of deer nearby. Hunt Opportunity