Eventually this will be a MANDATORY pack meeting - I will tag everyone when it opens up.
Fog was nothing new for the wolves of Oak Tree Bend, but today's vapor seemed particularly dense; And icy cold. Perhaps it was fitting that it would be on a day like this, where Spectral Woods showed its true, ghostly face, that the wolves of the Bend would gather to decide their fate. In any case, it had been much too long already, and the ebony leader was more than ready to abandon these nightmarish lands. So he walked a last patrol, along the line of the Sierra Hills, like he always did when he felt uneasy; Wherever I end up, it will be far away from those bloody stones! He paused briefly to drink from the silvery stream, the water still slow flowing and icy cold. No sign of spring here, but it had to be under way. Once he finished, he crossed to the old Oak, again taking his time, circling the tree, studying it from root to crown. It almost felt like an old friend now, a lot of good times had been spend under its branches; Not all good though… Far from it in fact, which was why it had come to this. Drestig scraped at the snow, unearthing the sprouting grass hidden beneath. He sat down, looking around at the naked trees, truly taking in this territory that had, after all, been his home for two years. His gaze rested on the den, on the hillside nearby, empty at the moment, unless someone had snuck in for a nap without him seeing. Of the entire pack lands, these were the least painful, many warm memories filling his mind as he sat silently, deep in thought. He knew though, that that happiness could never outweigh the sorrow, not so long as he remained here. That was why he had come to his decision. But first, he had a screw-up to own up to. So when his head finally tilted back, it was Triell he called for; Triell ONLY this time. And there was an unusual humility in his request; Not begging for his appearance, but not commanding it either. Word count: 353 Thoughts ”Speech” |