ooc;; hello and welcome to 'Souls! I hope you have a wonderful time here! If you have any questions whatso ever, please feel free to PM me or Kris (Nayru). Apologies for the angsty post, DdM is in turmoil at the moment!

Conor was gone. The shining light of Dahlia de Mai, the one to lead them out of the death and destruction brought about by his own father had gone. He'd left in what appeared to be a hurry and Nayru had stepped up to the mark to fill his place. Of course, it could not quell the harsh kernel of anger that had appeared to lodge itself deep in the peaceful mans stomach. The father figure that he'd always looked up to, the man who had literally been a dad to him had upped and left. Abandoned them all just like his real father had done. And Ascher and Shiloh were missing too. There was really nothing Saul could do about that- at a year old in wolf years the Stormbringer brood were considered adults and well able to look after themselves. It was Saul's need to have his family together again that told him to search for them.


He had realised that now Nayru was Alpha, he would have to petition to her to become the Apothecary. It helped that he had sorted the awful stitches out of her head and cleaned the blunt wound from the greenhouse' roof collapsing in on her. Saul hadnt seen the black and white female for a few days up until she had delivered the bad news and Saul had been just a little too numb with shock to do much about anything. He'd returned home to check on the almost-broken Wretch who had taken up residence in one of the spare rooms he had to offer. Though it wasnt much, there was a bed for her and it was clean. And he was doing everything he could to heal her. Siku had been as shocked as he had to find out the cinnamon and gold male had upped and left and appeared to have shared the timber mans silence that evening.


It was the day after and though the shock was still fresh and the pain raw, Saul had made his mind up to be a supporting pillar for Nayru. She needed strong and loyal members to make sure the pack didnt fall into complete ruin. He'd spent the morning in his usual routine, racing around Dahlia to expel the energy. He'd also spent this time gathering various herbs that would stop the pain the little puppy was almost certainly feeling. He'd managed to collect enough to last a few days and had made a salve for her jaw as well as getting her to swallow a few painful gulps of broth he'd made for her to eat. He knew she wouldnt be able to eat meat for a long time and had made a broth from very soft rabbit meat that she could have every few hours. He's managed to push the bone back in and wrap it tightly, but he knew there was more to do to it to make sure it healed properly.


It was almost sunset now and Saul sat out by Oberons Spring, his cabin to his back. He wasnt too sure where Siku was but he had managed to give Wretch something to go to sleep. So he had a few hours before she would wake again and make some sort of squeek in pain. He felt so sorry for her, washed ashore broken almost beyound repair. It was mostly a peaceful night, the air a little crisp and a threat of a cold morning made him shiver. Cinnamon backed ears perked forward and caught the lone howl that came from the borders. He usually would have left it to Conor, content to look after Wretch's sleeping body. But he wasnt here anymore and Nayru was at the eastern borders as thats where she lived. He gave a smile, standing and stretching long arms over his head. Though usually preferring his lupus form, healing demanding opposable thumbs.


It took him less than ten minutes to find the caller. He hadnt been very far from the borders anyway- he'd strategically placed his cabin close to the borders and the spring to suit his needs. Green eyes saw a smaller wolf, perhaps part dog in her. Bluey-green eyes appeared heavy and griefstricken, although he wasnt going to pry into her personal life. Taking a deep breath he took in the not-quite pure wolf blood, as well as gender and other such information that told him she wasnt a threat.


"As I'm sure you're aware, these are the borders of Dahlia de Mai. How may I help you?"


Her howl had said clearly that she wanted to join, but his perfectionist nature told him that he needed to follow his own protocol. This was just his routine and he was going to stick to it.

ooc;; apologies for the wait eary! a few more rounds and she'll be titled up and accepted!

Green eyes thought he saw a flash of pain in the white wolfdogs expression but it was gone too quick for him to really analyse it. Saul gave a soft smile of encouragement as she collected her thoughts. His own past was a little jumbled and it would take a moment for him to really collect everything together to give a concise account of where he'd come from and how he'd ended up here. Fortunately he'd passed out from exhaustion and hunger on the borders and his Aunt Bris had found him- he hadnt needed to explain what had happened to him. Of course, Aunt Bris knew where he'd come from and everything, but not why he'd turned up at Dahlia nearly starved to death and unable to keep his eyes open. This female obviously had no family here to take her in, no questions asked. So he had to ask them for the sake of the pack and for his own curiosity.


Of course, he wasnt expecting the vague details he'd got. It was enough of a story for Saul to believe, she had been with a loving family and a rival had attacked. It was simple and easy to remember. Perhaps a little too easy. But Saul let it slide, allowing her the benefit of the doubt. If there was something in her past too painful to speak about to a stranger, then so be it. His next question might be a little easier for her to answer, if his asking about her past was too painful or anything of the sort. Saul allowed a soft tail wag to lighten the mood as he continued.


"I'm sorry about your family Delilah... I don't mean to move on so swiftly, but there's not much point in standing around. What can you contribute to Dahlia? What skills do you have that will make you an assett to this pack? We appear to be in need of them!"



He tried not to mention the direness of the life in Dahlia at the moment. With fewer numbers there were less people to patrol the borders and to hunt. He hoped that they would be able to build themselves back up, hoped they would be as great as they used to be again.