You know I'm replying to this, cos I said so on FB... so it wont be a nice surprise, but hey ho lol.

The ebony wolf did feel bad for hugging the three-legged male, he was obviously uncomfortable with it and she felt guilty for making him feel that way. She was already fond of this silver furred male and she didn't want him to dislike her, just because of one silly action. Soran had just gotten over excited, here was living proof that Summer was still alive in some form, and that Deuce, although she had left the lands was not completely gone. The dark lady missed them both helplessly and now there was some small shred of them both, living here within the lands, breathing, being happy. It made the dark lady so happy to know that in some way they were both still here, it went someway to healing her damaged heart. She did not want him to be in any way offended by her, perhaps crushing his ribs with that hug wasn't the best idea, but he seemed to have managed fine, he'd not freaked out on her...yet at least. Perhaps he would, Soran could never judge what others would do usually, she could guess if they were going to attack, but if he were suddenly to start screaming and hyperventilating, which he almost suggested by his panciked yips, she wouldn't know what to do. The obsidian lady really hoped that he would take her hug in his stride and just accept that sometimes the dark female was very tactile, showing affection with her hands and arms.

He spoke and her ears pricked up to listen to the sound, he seemed to have calmed down, but that ever present stutter was there, he seemed like the kind of wolf who didn't like to speak very much, perhaps using his stutter as an excuse; then again if he had had Lucifer for a father the ebony lady wasn't sure he would want to talk, the black male had never been one to be saying nice things as far as she could follow. Perhaps he had been nice to his children though, Deuce seemed to have liked him, perhaps there was some spark of kindness there beneath the rough exterior, she still couldn't believe that Summer had made such a trouble maker, then again, so had she, her red male had been a rapsit and a murderer and now he was missing. Perhaps it was just the way of the lands, someone would always end up behaving badly in the end. She smiled as the male spoke however, speaking of Deuce, she had known that she must have been his mother, she could see a lot of her former mate in him, mates in fact, there was a lot of Summer and Deuce in him even if he himself did not know it.
"If Deuce was your mother and Lucifer was your father that would make Summer your grandmother. She was your father's mother. And she was one of the closest wolves to me, before she passed away. She had a good heart." The ebony fae explained, sighing slightly. Deciding against telling him the full story, that he had been both his grandmother and mother's mate, that when Summer had died she had mistakenly sought comfort in the arms of her murderer, that all of her children had been sired by that cruel hearted, evil red hybrid. There were some dark secrets that shoudl be left in the past, or at least until she knew the silver male better. If he asked her outright then she would not lie to him, she would just chose to not mention it otherwise.

Again the silver furred male spoke, so he had too left the lands, just as Soran had done, damn, perhaps he didn't know as much as she had hoped, perhaps Conri had not left until after he himself had gone. Perhaps this trail would go cold as soon as the dark lady thought it was warming up.
"So you don't know what happened to him? Was he still there when you left?" The ebony fae asked, still clutching at straws. hoping beyond all hope that Noah knew where her red son was, she missed him so and desperately wanted to find him, give him a serious lecture, followed by a hug. There was still a small chance that the silver male knew where her son was, it had been a day of healing her heart slowly, perhaps another piece could be slotted in. He himself had been back less than a year, so Conri must have been gone for a while then, perhaps a year or more, he could be off doing anything, the ebony female might have more grandchildren, another daughter in law, the thoughts whirled in her mind, the possibilities were endless. There was of course the other chance, that he was laying dead somewhere, but she shoved that thought to the back of her mind, she didn't want to even think about that, he had to be alive... for her sanity's sake more than anything.

So the pack was new then, she thought as much, she did not recognise the scent, but she had not realised it was that young, barely a month old.
"Ah I see, I thought it was new. It's very new though isn't it? Only a month... not long at all. How did two packs become one?" The ebony fae asked, suddenly curious, having been a member of a pack that joined with another she wondered as to this pack's reasons for doing it.

WC: 1148 *bounces*

The tall ebony female was still trying to shift the awkwardness from their conversation, she really did feel that she had made a mistake by hugging the silver furred male. He was obviously not one that liked to be touched bu those he did not know, she should have realised that from the way he had not accepted her hand when she had offered it him to shake. She should have known better, but she could not help herself, she had just been filled with so much emotion suddenly, it had had to find an outlet, and that had been hugging Noah. At least he had not chased her from the lands, biting and snapping at her, it was a possibility after all, she was a stranger on these lands, he did not know her or anything of her really. He only knew that Soran had been good friends with his mother and grandmother... and that she had known his father, but the less said about that the better. The memories of the almost knife fight sparked in the ebony lady's mind, her former mate's son had been so drunk and angry, she did not know why, but he had turned on her quite spectacularly, threatening her with his knife, rambling on about Summer missing her. That had been the only good thing about the meeting, something in his tone had been sincere, it was like her pale angel had been haunting him, forcing him to pass on messages to others, she would like to think that she had genuinely said that she missed her, well at least Lucifer had believed it enough to say it, or perhaps he was just trying to hurt the dark female. Perhaps he thought that if he spiralled her into such a miserable state of longing and missing his mother then she would forget all about Deuce, that his jealousy could finally be curbed. But she didn't understand, the pale lady had chosen him, she had had pups with him. There was nothing Soran could have done to change her mind, no matter how she missed the bi-coloured eyed fae.

She nodded back at Noah as he nodded as she spoke, he seemed to at least have some understanding of her now, he seemed to have accepted that she knew a lot more about his family than perhaps even he did. Surely she must, afterall he had not known who his grandmother was, then again Lucifer had not been the talkative kind, perhaps it had just never come up in conversation, if one didn't ask, they never seemed to get much information from the dark male, well at least in her experiences of him. As for Deuce, she probably would have felt that it was Lucifer's place to tell the pups about his side of the family, she had plenty of confusing ties herself, having discovered that the blind male in Jaded Shadows was in fact her half brother, it had opened a huge amount of extra family to her, she would have found it complex enough to explain her own family tree to her silver son, let alone Lucifer's as well.

The lady's heart sank as the male explained, in his own very brief way, that Conri had still been Alpha when he had left, she knew more than him then, she had known that her red son had been chased from the lands for raping one of the members, Naniko. She had known what he had done, but alas, Noah did not know anymore than she did, he'd just disappeared off, it was not his fault she supposed, he must have felt that there was nothing left for him in the lands, Khaden and Dhalia had left as well, as had his own dark mother, perhaps he had gone looking for her, or perhaps he had inherited the trait that the ebony lady herself had, when she felt that she had nothing left for her in a place she lived, she would just wander off, the wanderlust hitting her hard, taking her feet away from wherever it was she was done with. Once Soran had decided that she was finished with a place, the longing to go on another adventure, find whatever she could, meet new people, became unbearable she had to just up and go, eventually she always found herself back here though... The pull of these familiar lands was just too strong for her. She gave a sigh, perhaps, she hoped, he would be the same, that all her children would be the same, the ones that had been born here and the ones that had been born in Dayna's pack. She wanted them all to come here and be with her.
"Ah... I see... he's not the alpha anymore, there was some... unpleasantness bewteen himself and some of the other pack members, he must be gone then." The ebony fae replied to him, letting out a little sorrowful sigh as she did so, her tail and ears drooping slightly. It was sad news for her, her trail had gone cold. Soran could not give up hope though, surely there would be someone who knew where he was, she would just have to search a little harder, he had to be somewhere, wolves did not simply just disappear into nothingness.

The male gestured for her to follow him as he explained that the pakc's merger would be a long story, she nodded, hitching her satchel onto her shoulder properly, making way to follow him into the lands. This was an honour, the lady felt, not only was he inviting her onto the packlands, he suggested by his turn of phrase that he might be about to say more to her than a single sentence. This certainly was an honour.
"Thank you for inviting me onto the lands, are there any rules I should follow? Other than the obvious, no starting fights, no being rude type of rules? I don't want to offend anyone if I am to be a guest." The lady asked, her voice honest, she did not want to upset anyone if she was going to be a guest, she would be, as always, on her best behaviour if she was going to be invited onto the lands. She smiled at the male, stepping over the border line, taking a deep breath of the pack's scent, adding the area to her mental map, she knew these lands inside and out, well she had done in the past, she was determined to make it so again.
"I am rather honoured that you are inviting me in, I will say. I take it we're looking for somewhere more comfortable to sit whilst you tell me what has happened to these packs?" The lady asked, nodding at him to lead the way, ready to follow him into the packlands.

Sorry for the wait on this my love!!! And shush, your posts are always great WC: 760

The ebony female had made herself quite comfortable laying on the mossy ground, her head propped up so that she might better look at the silvered male, the one who had the answers to so many of her own questions, the one that her old lover's blood flowed through. He was so terribly scarred, she wondered what had happened to him, were the old wounds part of the reason that he stuttered so? Perhaps the speech impediment was psychological? Had he been injured because of speaking? Or was it more sinister than that, had he simply been injured and then had found that he had lost his voice. The ebony female would not have put it past some of the wolves in the lands to have simply beaten him violently, helping him to lose his vision, a limb, and part of an ear. It was such a shame for the silvered male, from the look of him, he could have had a powerful voice, he could have become a tall, broad male, he was perhaps a shadow of what he could have been, what an awful fate to have to endure. However the female could see that he did indeed have a good heart, he was kind and noble, the female was sure that his mother would be so proud of him, he seemed to have overcome his troubles very well. He was obviously valued within the lands, had he not been a pack would not have taken him in, the female knew well enough that the packs were often welcoming and kind, but that one had to prove their worth to be allowed to stay. It was funny, in another life she could have been this male's mother, than again in another life she could too be as scarred as he, she had almost lost her ear after all, and with the scar crossing her own face through her left eye it had been simply luck that she had not been blinded, she had closed her eye at the very right moment, perhaps she and this young grey male were not so different after all. She watched him as he began to speak, keen for the answers she had wanted for so long, the male seemed to know enough about his mother that Soran might gain some important information, she hoped that he would know what had happened to her. She still missed her pale lover, her heart still ached for her daily, any small clue as to where her former mate might be would be of an immense help to her, even if it was just to ease her wounded heart, knowing the female was safe and well would be enough.

He began to speak, explaining that Lucifer had thrown her out of the pack, that made sense, of course he would have done, the ebony female had never trusted him, he had never been the most stable of wolves, no doubt in a fit of jealousy he had thrown her from the pack, betraying her. She hated the ebony male then, throwing her former lover from her pack, leaving her to fend for herself after she had given her his heart, given him pups, Soran had never found herself hating him before, she had simply not trusted him, not liked him, but now she did hate him, how could he have done that to her pale love? She nodded as the male spoke, drinking in what he was saying, so she had been the creator of Phoenix Valley, she had been the one who had created that pack. And she had left once another had become leader, things were starting to make a lot more sense now, perhaps she had disliked the new leader and had chosen to leave, that would have made sense. She listned carefully, before musing over what to reply, the male was clearly finding it difficult to tell her these things, his speech impediment was a rather pronounced one, no wonder he did not speak much, but the ebony female was patient, she would have waited an age for him to tell the story, she did not mind his pauses, his stutterings, she would more than happily have laid here for the whole time listening to the silver tripod speak. He was telling the story well, despite his reluctance to speak.
"I see, and what happened after that Noah? What happened to your father? And your mother? Where did she go?" The lady asked, so curious about what had happened in her absence.