12-11-2009, 11:56 AM
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 Jantus had arrived with his company. It had been a long trek, but he'd brought them here successfully, and they could finally pay respects to the one connection all of them had in common. He knew that despite his own relief, this meant much more to the wolf Aivyr, who had been closer to the deceased and had taken on a nearly year-long journey to take news of Skoll's death north, to find his long estranged family and deliver the news. The fact that he had also brought a family member back gave new meaning to their venture. It was not just to pay respects, but also to organize the last meeting between brothers, who had been apart for nearly all their lives. Skirnir hadn't seen Skoll in over six years. Now, this was as close as he would ever get. Jantus had howled from far off approached the Phoenix Valley border, and hoped that they would meet Jefferson once they arrived. The alpha had done them a great service and taken a great risk, allowing so many people into his land unimpeded. They were an intimidating bunch, the majority of them exceeding seven feet in height...as such, they would need to leave their weapons outside and unshift prior to entering the friendly territory. It was alright, though. They feared no treachery here...it had been a past leader of this area that had buried their friend, after all, and even under new leadership, he doubted they'd punish others for having shared friends. The coyotes had become dour, and Jantus found it hard to look at them. Asphyxia's children were having some trouble knowing what to feel, having never before met their father...indeed, he had died mere months before their birth. Aivyr had little to say, and Skirnir, the brother, was quiet and contemplative. Jantus supposed that there were a great many things that he would have liked to say to Skoll, if only he'd met him alive. Mala and Ranya were tough, like him, but even they seemed affected. Ranya, he knew, had received a gift from Skoll in the tournament he'd thrown a year ago. He knew that--after the stories he and Samson had brought back--they revered Skoll to some degree, and were saddened in their own way. As for his own feelings...he supposed he would wait until the ceremony itself to explore those. |