Larkcall Lowlands the breath i saw was not my own

@Piety | morning, sunny
he's basically in the space between Kettle Pot Pond & Edge Stone Pool :B

He had meant to head over to the monadnock sooner, but recent events kept him tied to Hearthwood. An incident had occurred between his scouts and the wolves of Wild Rye, resulting in both parties being punished. He still owed Jessie an apology, which was next on his to-do list, but their northern neighbours were still in the dark about what had happened to Kisla. He did not know how familiar Piety and Wraith were with his co-lead, but they still deserved to know. The ghost also wanted to show them that he did not harbour any hard feelings about the rogue they had banished months ago, for he truly believed they had known nothing about it.

Skirting his usual haunts the ghost set his sails for the rock in the north in the early hours of the morning. Sleep evaded him more than usual but he did not mind. XIX was getting used to pushing past exhaustion and relying solely on afternoon naps. Sometimes he would curl up next to Lilya until her and the twins fell asleep and would slink away to enjoy the company of the moon. Other nights, or afternoons, he would curl up in the den he’d dug out in the corner of his infirmary.

It was difficult adjusting to Anastasia’s return. The ghost was over the moon having his closest friend back in the Lore but things were different. It appeared that the duo had traced places during her absence. She had become more withdrawn and doubtful, whereas he had (miraculously) grown more confident despite remaining introverted. He worried the change was going to be too much for her and that she would vanish once more. The thought brought a frown to his dark lips but he continued forward, his long legs carrying him quickly over the tundra as the sun nipped at his heels.

stick with those who stick with you

She had gone out to stretch her legs, it was slowly becoming a reoccurring thing now that Cyril was getting older. He had a teacher (in training) now too to help keep him busy. The lowlands were still familiar despite her keeping herself tucked away on the Monadnock. It was always so freeing to get out. She loved her home and all the wolves there but the pale female had been born with a wander's heart. Seeing the world had been her calling but leading a pack just seemed to fall upon her without much work.

Piety was heading towards a familiar place. A place that she had stumbled upon with @Wraith last winter in their unplanned scouting trip. It still brought a smile to her scarred face.

The pale leader wasn't just there yet but a pale spot amongst the grassy terrain snagged her attention. They seemed to be heading somewhere but she did not halt her pace either. She merely directed herself to interject their course. Piety moved with grace against the land and her head was held high (not as high as she would hold it on her own borders but still confident nonetheless).

With the distance closing she quickly pinned the lanky pale frame to that of their neighbor from Hearthwood. She slowed her pace and offered a soft woof. "Lachesis?" She called out towards the male. If he didn't wish to engage in conversation this was his chance to swerve from her. Granted she had been meaning to make it over to their eastern neighboring pack.

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The monadnock always appeared much closer than it actually was; the further he travelled the smaller it seemed to get. Perhaps it was the sun playing tricks with him, for he had grown accustom to the dim light in the Kingswood. He, too, had remained confined to his territory since the birth of his children. Only recently had he begun to stretch his legs, venturing past the invisible border he was comfortable with (and not just visiting the lake to the south). Eventually he would take his children with him—especially little Lavender, who seemed persistent on remaining close to the communal dens. She certainly had not acquired his itchy paws like Lilliana had, for the Stark poet was constantly exploring and getting herself into heaps of trouble. It still puzzled him how much the twins differed from each other, but it certainly made things interesting (and difficult for the first time mother).

Just as the scent of another reached him a soft woof called out, accompanied by his name. His eyes narrowed as they sought out the pale figure in the distance, his tail curling slightly as a wide smile broke across his pale features. It seemed he would not have to visit the monadnock after all, for it had found him.

“Piety,” he greeted as he approached her, his tail swaying gently in greeting. “It’s nice to see you again,” he added, his words dripping with honesty. It had been too long since he had last seen the Whitestone queen, but he figured she had been busy tending to her children just as Lilya had been. It was also good to see her under much more pleasant conditions. “I was actually on my way to the monadnock,” he explained once he drew closer to the queen, his head tipped slightly to the side. Had she been on her way to the forest?

stick with those who stick with you