Private for Gemma <3, forward dated to the 26th of November WC: 845

The evening was cool and crisp, the sun had only just set, its descent had been a lazy one, a very slow crawl towards the horizon, but soon enough it had completed this trail and now the land had been plunged into a twilight, stars were slowly starting to appear in the sky; tiny pinpricks of light in an endless velvety canvas. All around the lands were quiet and still, the animals and birds that had been so busy in making their preparations for winter during the day had all seemingly gone to bed now, there was no bird song, nor was there a slight rustling in the undergrowth that was so present during the day. All around the grasses of the lands were littered with leaves, the trees having been stripped almost bare by the autumnal weather, only a few remaining on the trees, the more steadfast and determined to stay attatched the the gnarled branches that they had grown on it seemed. Even the wind that had been so savage all day, blowing mercilessly, chilling everyone to the bone had fallen silent, it was no longer whistling through the trees, causing the old branches to groan and creak under the strain. All around the silence was almost deafening, the only figure moving seemed to be that of a tall curvacious Luperci, she was taking long strides across the land, clearly she was on a mission. The truth was that Rain Aatte was heading towards Aniwaya, she needed to know if the rumours that had been circulating were true, she needed to know if the tyrannical leader of the spiritual pack had finally been dragged away to receive the punishment that he was so clearly due. A lot depended on the leader having been dragged away, far from these lands, that would mean that her pack was safe once again, that her younger sister, her mother and her step- family would all be safe. She could not bear the idea of her family not being safe within their own home, during the war her mother had been stabbed by one of the Guardians, she had not been there to protect her and she felt terrible. Then again little did she know that her mother did not need protecting, that her mother had been a bit of a hellion in her youth. Still she was worried about this matter, she needed to know that everything would now be peaceful, that she did not have to worry about her family all of the time.

And so the sable female was marching her way towards Aniwaya, she had been relentlessly walking all day, she had not realised quite how far away it was from the dreamer's home, but still she was on her way now, soon enough she would be there and there would be plenty of questions to be asked. She just hoped that she would find someone who would be willing to talk to her, that would be willing to answer her questions, the young female did not know the Aniwayan pack very well, they could be a closely knit group of very secretive wolves for all that she knew. Her mother did not know them well either and had only been able to give her a vague account of what she knew, so the truth was that the ebony pelted Plebian was about to wade into uncharted waters as far as her knowledge went. She was confident that everything would be alright though, the curvacious Aatte was a very accomplished hand to hand combatant, so should there be any trouble she was fairly certain that she would be able to fight any attackers off. She hoped that she would not need to though, the battle that she had been a part of during the war had sated her appetite for bloodshed, at least for the moment. The young Aatte female was a warrior and she had a very short temper, but she was not necessarily a violent creature, her mother had taught her a great respect for nature and all living things, that was something that she had held dear all fo her life; then again that did not mean that she could not be provoked into fighting and the arrogant girl was fairly certain that she would best any opponent that came up against her. Soon enough the sable Aatte reached the borders, she stopped just short of them, technically the war was over so she could not just march across the borders now. The dark female paused, adjusting her mane, it was in its usual style today, a long braid that had been made up of many smaller braids, all adorned with beads and feathers. She gazed into the lands, her silver eyes scanning the lands, she pulled at the stud in her upper lip with her teeth gently, something she had taken to doing when she was thinking. After a moment's pause she lifted her head, letting out a loud call, shouting for some Aniwayan to come and speak to her.