SKÖLL ARCHER
Deep from his lair somewhere deep within the heart of Willow Ridge, the dark prince stirred in his sleep. Tucked up against his cheek was something that was once easily recognizable. What was once pristine white fur was now a dull, sandy brown; the tail had long since fallen off... Since Piety had left, Sköll had dug it back up from its shallow grave. Pressed along the area under his right eye, he liked to imagine now the possibility of having another mate or another child to dote his affections upon.
If the Archer royal could have had his way (and, usually, he did...) he could have slept all through the night, but his routinely schedule beckoned and his mind had already insisted that he had had enough rest to function like the nocturnal creature he was. He crept from his tomb-like den, scratching his right shoulder along the side of the nearest willow tree and bowing deep enough as to splay each inky digit on his large paws. Tilting his head to one side and then the other, he smiled in satisfaction at the number of pops that sounded out into the evening air.
Once standing on all fours, he set off on his usual route with a yearning to seek out his littermate. It had been quite a while since he had last seen her and talked to her properly without feeling as though he were being monitored. The more he thought of it, he supposed he hadn't seen her since that little encounter in the meadow...
He set his nose to work, sampling every other conspicuous shrub and willow branch curtain as he went until he caught wind of her and then some. While he much preferred that they talked on Willow Ridge territory tonight (he actually had yet to track down his son, just to mental note of his own comings and goings), he supposed he was only a little irked when his sister's freshly marked path began to lead out to where the fireweed still grew vibrant and red among the dying grasses.
A growl built up in his throat, threatening to rumble through his clenched teeth as he soon came to realize that Morganna might not have been alone. As he broke through the tree line, his guard was already up, his silvery eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. He mounted a gently sloping hill and the meadow easily gave her away. Against the beige and crimson knolls, Morganna was a stark shadow, whose eyes could have easily matched her surroundings.
By sight alone it was apparent that she was on her own. A second scan across the landscape showed that there was actually no other lupine creature in sight. He slowly descended from his hillock to join her, closing the distance between them one calculated step at a time. Surely, he assumed, she would have known to expect him. Especially at this hour when dusk had only just arrived.
He stopped a wolf's length away from her, withholding his usual greeting of a kiss to her chin and a nudge of his nose to her ear. If one hadn't been looking properly, they might have missed the frown that distorted his midnight black face and drew his lips into a taut line. "Not missing Renier at all, I see," he sneered with the wrinkling of his nose. His tail lashed out from one side to the other behind him. "You reek. What'd you do? Gather the hoi polloi and make them kiss your feet and worship the ground you walk on?"