Do you guys want to be tagged each time I start the new round? Anyway, next round ends March 13th. Thank you guys for showing up. <3
you do not know who is your friend
and who is your enemy
The old geezer wondered if he should blame himself for the turnout—he could've left little hints that he was mustering up for a hunt, could've told his pack-mates to stay close and be alert.. He knew what it was like to be a far-ranging pack wolf, to chase the sunrise, going where your paws brought you and staying out late, far, far away. Ice liked seeing the world. He liked knowing what was where, and who was where, and where the herds moved. He liked to be aware of what was going on, with other packs settling nearby, or things like that. Thus, while he was usually no more than two days away from his pack, he knew what it was like to roam a little too far—so, truly, could he blame anyone that only three had showed up so far?
I could've been more clear, he decided. He had dropped some hints on occasion, but it had all been very unspecific. North? South? Tomorrow, next week? Ah, well, things were as they were, and he began to lead them south. Serach voiced a sound enough plan, one that Ice agreed with—unless more came, it was what they would do.
Aponi's voice cut through the cooling air, and Ice noted it with satisfaction. He had wondered why she hadn't showed up, had been a bit surprised she hadn't come with Serach, but at least she was on the way.
The little lake he'd found came into view. Moonlight glittered upon the snow laying on its frozen surface, and far out in its center, he thought he saw the movement of inky black waters. A small shudder passed through him, and the scent that had been following them finally caught up. It was Nalda, one of the new yearlings, a reddish tawny young girl. After apologizing to Serach, she fell in beside Lila, and hot on her heels Aponi herself showed up. To no one's surprise, she settled next to Ice's son.
And finally, they were approaching the trails. The lake—Heiress Loch, he had heard it called, though who it was named for he did not know—flashed by next to them, and as his eyes and nose began to scan for the freshest pathway the deer bands had taken, a low howl rang out. He pinned the voice as that of Arion's, the other new yearling. Dark boy, talents unknown. Ice veered towards the call. "Seems we have an outlier. Come on," he barked to his pack (it was his and he was part of it so even if he did not steer it was still his—).
Arion came into view, but he was not alone. Ember stood next to him, her cream body blending into the snow—but Arion's body blended into shadows. His eyes pierced the night in a way that almost made Ice uncomfortable. The trail the yearling had found burned in his nose like a beacon. "Arion, Ember," he rumbled, coming to a halt and surveying the members gathered. His mind worked quickly. "Once we catch up to the herd, I want you, Aponi, to take Lila, Nalda, and Tenebrae, and find our target. Separate it from the herd and drive it to us. If you get an opening, you can go in close, but be careful," the last directed at the soon-to-be-yearling and the soon-to-be-not-yearlings. His gaze skipped to the rest. "Once they have separated the deer and drive it to us, Serach, Arion, Ember, and I will go in and try to take it down." His eyes roamed over them, looking for questions, and if they were none, he'd nod firmly and lead them further down the trail, waiting for the herd to come into sight so they could split up.until the ice breaks.
let the stars above shine in your soul