- Leaving it vague when exactly they left, since it's easiest not to backdate this thread. No rush on anyone to respond - though I'd like the OTB wolves to be first ^^
- Early afternoon, Light snow - 27 ° F/-3 ° C
It had taken them longer to get here than he would have liked, much longer. As if to punish him for his tardiness, underlining the truth that nature would do whatever it pleased, snow had been falling continuously through the last weeks, blanketing the bleak autumn world in winter white. Normally easy, clear routes became impassable, landmarks masked and with every day, the Oak Tree Bend leader doubted his decision more and more. Perhaps it would have been better to postpone the trip to spring, not risking braving the snows. But the Avalon had longed to get this done, for many, selfish reasons. True, with another alliance under its belt, Oak Tree Bend would become even stronger, but it was not something they acutely needed. Regardless, with Kisla at the helm of Hearthwood River, it seemed pretty certain that the packs would be allies, and even without an official meeting, Drestig doubted that the Ben would have been turned down if asking for assistance. No, his reasoning for pushing this trip were selfish! He wanted an excuse to get away from the pack lands for a little bit, reliving the joy of exploring; He wanted to prove himself, to do something that would make a lasting impact on the pack and confirm his abilities as a leader, especially now that Triell was back home; And he wanted to do this for Serach, still feeling bad over dropping the ball at the pack meeting and leaving the young man to feel ignored and unimportant. All of this was the real motivation for the dark alpha to round up his selected pack mates and set off northward. With Serach's guidance, they headed towards the place where Kisla and her mate had reestablished their pack, trekking through the snow at a maddeningly slow pace. But at last they made it. The forest known as Kingsfall was a truly marvelous home, trees taller than Drestig had ever seen stretching skyward, seeming to disappear in the pale grey clouds above. The underbrush was sparse, mostly grassy, though powdered in snow, which had no problem making its way down between the wide, well-spaced trunks. It was no surprise that a pack would have chosen to claim this territory, many tracks in the fresh snow leaving promise of bountiful prey, and the distant rush of water tending to a plentiful supply, that might run all year round without ever freezing fully; A great land indeed... As the scent of foreign wolf hit the Oaken leader's nose, he halted his party, making sure not to cross the carefully marked border. Then his neck craned backwards as he let out a powerful howl, politely asking for the presence of the River leaders. Then he looked between his travel companions, a tired but satisfied expression on his face. He smiled at Jessie by his side, nodded at Fenru and then looked to Serach, tipping his muzzle encouragingly; "You should howl too, let her know you are here... And who you've brought." Word count: 501 Thoughts ”Speech” |