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The day was still early as the years turned. On this day, the time turned to a new page, a page that had yet to be filled. Its blank crispness was reflected in the atmosphere in the world.
Cwmfen had occupied herself by digging a den. She was not pregnant, but she needed a place to keep her belongings now that she had acquired some. Because she did not want to claim one of the human remains or carry a pack of some sort, she thought that a traditional den would be fitting, especially for her. As the black luperci wandered the packlands several days prior, she had come across an old fox den. While definitely too small, it was in a perfect location—nestled in the crook of two great trees overlooking a small brook. While haunting in the winter, it would be beautiful in the spring and summer. Considering this a fine find, the woad warrior shifted and commenced with the digging. The exercise was appreciated, and she dug diligently and without complaint. The Raven watched from a nearby tree, just as silent as his mistress. Occasionally, he would turn his good eye towards Cwmfen’s spear leaning upon the trunk, but otherwise he seemed quite content with watching the black she-wolf gradually disappear into the earth.
She had dug much earth from the small fox’s den, and as the sun rose above the earth, she was finishing the final touches. Inside, there was much room for her to move comfortably as well as enough space to keep her spear and many other things should she find a need to acquire other belongings. With a content wag of her tail, the she wolf smiled and continued out, moving the dirt off to one side. Perhaps she’d plant some woad in the spring. She would be needing it, after all.
The woad-marked body became rigid, and her ears pricked forward as the call cut though the Dahlian lands. She recognized that voice. Haku. He called to all the members, and he called for a hunt. Her tail flicked thoughtfully and the white orbs turned towards the caller. He was not far and a hunt would be appropriate.... She seemed conflicted, but in the end, she decided that her den could wait. Quickly, she trotted to her spear, lifting it in her maw. Carrying the weapon was awkward for the wolf because of its length, but she managed to place it in the beginning tunnel portion of her dwelling. It would be good enough for now. Then she made a quick roll in the dirt, marking the place as hers, before setting out in a swift but easy lope. The Raven, with a croaked caw followed after her, flying low enough to be able to brush his feathers against her graceful body.
The woad warrior found the chocolate Lilium easily. His scent was familiar in strong as she neared the place of his location, and she could not help but remember the one night they had shared during her Long Nights. It was probably meaningless, she had decided, and so she tried to forget it. It was all in vain. When the white orbs were able to pick out his form, she gathered herself up, placing such thoughts deep within the recesses of her mind. Her graceful movements slowed to a slow walk as she approached the larger male. There was a new scent present, and the white orbs of the woad-marked female flickered across to the sitting figure. Briefly, she awknowledged the female pup (she wasn't too fond of pups) before turning to the Lilium. "Haku," she greeted quietly, her silver-toned melody almost holding a lighthearted quality. A friendly smile graced her maw as she acknowledged his higher rank with brief posturing. It was as if nothing had ever happened. She was good at this game, having played it all her life. For now, she occupied her mind with thoughts of being able to apply the skills that Slay had taught her in this hunt. And the prospect of a pack hunt did, indeed, excite the woman.
With a silent thunder of wings, her Dream settled silently in a nearby tree.
700+
The day was still early as the years turned. On this day, the time turned to a new page, a page that had yet to be filled. Its blank crispness was reflected in the atmosphere in the world.
Cwmfen had occupied herself by digging a den. She was not pregnant, but she needed a place to keep her belongings now that she had acquired some. Because she did not want to claim one of the human remains or carry a pack of some sort, she thought that a traditional den would be fitting, especially for her. As the black luperci wandered the packlands several days prior, she had come across an old fox den. While definitely too small, it was in a perfect location—nestled in the crook of two great trees overlooking a small brook. While haunting in the winter, it would be beautiful in the spring and summer. Considering this a fine find, the woad warrior shifted and commenced with the digging. The exercise was appreciated, and she dug diligently and without complaint. The Raven watched from a nearby tree, just as silent as his mistress. Occasionally, he would turn his good eye towards Cwmfen’s spear leaning upon the trunk, but otherwise he seemed quite content with watching the black she-wolf gradually disappear into the earth.
She had dug much earth from the small fox’s den, and as the sun rose above the earth, she was finishing the final touches. Inside, there was much room for her to move comfortably as well as enough space to keep her spear and many other things should she find a need to acquire other belongings. With a content wag of her tail, the she wolf smiled and continued out, moving the dirt off to one side. Perhaps she’d plant some woad in the spring. She would be needing it, after all.
The woad-marked body became rigid, and her ears pricked forward as the call cut though the Dahlian lands. She recognized that voice. Haku. He called to all the members, and he called for a hunt. Her tail flicked thoughtfully and the white orbs turned towards the caller. He was not far and a hunt would be appropriate.... She seemed conflicted, but in the end, she decided that her den could wait. Quickly, she trotted to her spear, lifting it in her maw. Carrying the weapon was awkward for the wolf because of its length, but she managed to place it in the beginning tunnel portion of her dwelling. It would be good enough for now. Then she made a quick roll in the dirt, marking the place as hers, before setting out in a swift but easy lope. The Raven, with a croaked caw followed after her, flying low enough to be able to brush his feathers against her graceful body.
The woad warrior found the chocolate Lilium easily. His scent was familiar in strong as she neared the place of his location, and she could not help but remember the one night they had shared during her Long Nights. It was probably meaningless, she had decided, and so she tried to forget it. It was all in vain. When the white orbs were able to pick out his form, she gathered herself up, placing such thoughts deep within the recesses of her mind. Her graceful movements slowed to a slow walk as she approached the larger male. There was a new scent present, and the white orbs of the woad-marked female flickered across to the sitting figure. Briefly, she awknowledged the female pup (she wasn't too fond of pups) before turning to the Lilium. "Haku," she greeted quietly, her silver-toned melody almost holding a lighthearted quality. A friendly smile graced her maw as she acknowledged his higher rank with brief posturing. It was as if nothing had ever happened. She was good at this game, having played it all her life. For now, she occupied her mind with thoughts of being able to apply the skills that Slay had taught her in this hunt. And the prospect of a pack hunt did, indeed, excite the woman.
With a silent thunder of wings, her Dream settled silently in a nearby tree.