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I have no idea what date to set this, but it's obviously before the other two threads, so uh.


The coyote blinked the weariness out of her eyes. Although it was dark in the cave, her internal clock told her it was morning. She pulled herself up off the furs that constituted her bed and stretched. Something important was supposed to happen today and her instincts were telling her to get out of her den and get ready. Alma felt around for her bow and quiver, and as she touched the latter's fur lined mouth, she remembered the conversation she had with Ezekiel. The forest, the stands, the archers - it was time to cut wood.

Alma moved her paw from her quiver and bow, to her axe. After a moment's pause, she picked up another, just in case. She knew the clan had some axes, but she wasn't sure how many they had, or how many people would be joining her today.

With an axe in each hand, Alma made her way out of the Grimmwell Caverns. The sun was still rising in the east, decorating the sky with a spray of red and orange. Songbirds were out and about, singing a loud chorus. One of them flew past her head, chasing something unseen.

The rust-coated coywolf paused once she had reached the mansion's lawn. This was as good a meeting place as any. The horses, the tools in storage - it was all there. Much of the clan resided there, too. Alma was starting to wonder if she should move her residence here as well, since the wolves had always attacked here first.

She gave a few yips to announce her presence, and waited.

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Big Grin //358WORDS
the sound of silence,

It was early morning, the sun had just past the lands and still painted the sky with a orange-red glow. Sascha wasn't asleep but he was resting his eyes as he laid on his back atop his bed. Even with the pillow, he was using his hands to rest his head on and he felt quite comfortable like this. The boy had to make sure he didn't fall back into sleep though so he shifted his position eventually where he was now sitting on the side of his bed. His mouth opened to allow a yawn and once he was finished he rose to his feet. With a good stretch of his body out of the way he went to the window to see what the new day looked like and once he found it was like any normal day, he put his raggedy green pants on and gave his brother's tail a pet. Even though there was so much time between now and his death, the boy still missed him. The only difference now was that the thought of his brother didn't hurt as much on his better days.


He had just finished strapping his club to his back when he heard the call from outside, his only mobile ear pivoting to the direction it came from. He grabbed his bag and headed out the door. Unfortunately he didn't have an axe but he was prepared to search for one. Sascha was sure the clan had some for the members to use, he just had to find out where. Long legs marched outside towards the lawn where Alma, the girl he met some time ago, stood waiting. He still wasn't sure if she was able to read or not but he had other ways of communicating so long as the message wasn't complicated. He waved at her and if it were a normal thing for him he would smile but instead his usual expression was there. A twitch of his lips was the best he could do; it was almost like he didn't know how to smile and so he fought himself to stop from attempting it.





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The whole idea was very exciting to him. Max had never built anything, and while he was not actually going to be the one doing this, being allowed to destroy things was equally appealing. Ezekiel had seemed less energetic about the idea and mentioned something about patrols. Obvious wounds spoke of something far more dark, but the terrible wrath of the Aquila was not one that Max wished to tempt. Instead he had been thankful for the gift of Oblak, of whom he was now riding.

Under him the smooth trot of the mare carried him towards the mansion. He was not far when the call came out, and was pleased to see two figures. One was Alma, whom he knew on sight. The other was a scrawny, scarred dog that hardly looked capable of anything. Max slowed Oblak near the pair, and one hand brushed against the hatchet on his side. He had taken to carrying it after the second battle, on a leather belt tooled by his own hands.

Oblak was saddled and several lengths of rope were piled up in the saddlebag. Max shifted his weight on the horse’s back and looked down at the pair with bright, excited eyes. “Where to?”

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"Hey." She recognized the scarred orange male waving at her. He was without the white deer this time, and idly, Alma wondered where it went and where it was kept when he wasn't with it. "You look to be without an axe. Here, take this one." She held one out for him to take, handle first. The coyote woman wasn't bothered by his lack of a smile; some of the clan were similarly inexpressive, though for different reasons.

There was a slight pause as Alma remembered that the boy didn't talk last time she had met him, and probably wouldn't talk now. Communication between them was going to be difficult, if he tried to use that notepad with the unrecognizable scribblings on them. She made a mental note to find someone to teach her to read, perhaps when the whole project was finished. For now, she'd just have to make due with observing his gestures and body language. Cutting up wood was a fairly simple task - maybe they could get by.

A white, almost wolfish looking male on a dark horse approached them. She gave him a nod in recognition; she'd seen him beside Ezekiel at pack meetings before. "Glad you brought a horse. That'll make things easier." The edge of Alma's lips curled into a very slight, self-deprecating smile, remembering how often she had overestimated her own strength and cut down more tree than she could carry. A pack animal like that would have been useful during many of her woodcutting expeditions, and now it would be even more useful. She predicted they would need a lot of wood, and making back and forth trips would make the task even longer. "To the Dampwoods, outside our borders. Inferni's own forest is too useful to cut down."

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Sorry for the delay. I've been kidnapped for my birthday lol >.>;

Sascha thought it would be best if Blitz wasn't with him during this. Yes, he usually had him with him more so now because of what happened to Donder but today he would keep him in the stables. He felt as though the reindeer would only be in the way. He would have smiled in response to her "hey" if he were able to but instead he simply looked at her as she went on to give him an axe he was lacking. He grabbed it, nodding his head in order to gesture a "thank you".


The axe was at his side by the time the white male approached on his horse. He offered him a wave as well though he didn't recognize him at all. That wasn't a surprise for the young man at all seeing as he was only recently becoming more active, or rather trying to. Alma made a good point, nodding to it. Perhaps he should have brought Blitzen along but he figured it would be too late to go get him now. He didn't want to keep them waiting since they seemed ready to go. When he learned where they were going, he wasn't too sure if he had been there before and so he would rely on Alma to lead the group. He then gave her a nod and waited for her to guide them to where they were needed.



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I'm dumb and forgot Inferni owns a cart. Once they get started I'll have Max go get it. :|



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His breeding had unfortunately been one of domestic blood—while not a wolf, the dog who had given him his coat and bulk was close in confirmation (though much larger, much more fashioned for the work of man) to give the illusion of such blood. Max, in truth, cared little for his true genetic outline. He was the son of a monster, and he alone had been born with that bad blood. How could he not, when his siblings looked like their mother and he alone stood, gleaming and white and somehow different, apart from them?

The snowflake speckled mare was calm around the others, her own docile nature favorable when it came to such work. With her foal less needy now, Max was able to use her for such tasks. Having another mare able to feed the growing babies was easier as well—they shared a father and this somehow helped Merab understand, if not fully grasp, that the golden filly and her own chestnut son were both worth the care.

A gesture was offered to him by the orange male, and Max looked at him and nodded slightly. Alma’s suggestion was a fair one, and he smiled toothily at the idea of going outside of the borders. “Lead the way,” he said, and shifted his weight atop the thick horse.

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I wondered why you didn't mention the cart. :p Not sure whether you wanted Max to realize at the last moment that he should take the cart, or just now, so I stopped a bit early.


The orange-haired coyote stood there admiring the horse, almost tempted to reach out and touch it. It fascinated her in the same way birds did, in its potential to cause violence. Despite the recent battle in which she had to dodge a rider on horseback, Alma felt only cautious, not afraid.

The white hybrid's words snapped her out of her thoughts, and she realized they were both expecting her to lead the way. She dithered with uncertainty for a moment, before nodding and heading towards the gate's back entrance. From experience she knew that there were some good trees not far from Inferni's borders, but she had avoided cutting them. Some sort of protective, hoarding habit had kept her from using the wood most convenient to her, and now it seems that instinct paid off.

"You've grown a lot since you were a pup." Her mother's voice drifted into her ears. The rust coywolf twitched visibly and glanced back at the two behind her - nothing, only them. She held the gate open for the pair, although really it was just to ensure it wouldn't accidentally close while Max was on his horse. Alma figured a large piece of metal hitting the creature would make it considerably less docile, in the same way the dagger she'd thrown at her attacker's horse had caused it to rear. "I wouldn't have expected you to have done this."

Alma's ears twitched in the direction she thought she heard her mother's voice, but did not turn her head. She did not want to appear insane in front of her clanmates; they probably hadn't heard the voice at all and so any reply she would make would seem odd.

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OOC here.


Sascha thought about it more and had come to the conclusion that Blitzen really was better off staying at the stables. Ignoring the worry of something bad happening to him as it had Donder, he decided to trust that his companion would be safe. Besides, he wasn't sure just how useful the reindeer would have been, a horse was stronger than a reindeer he was sure.


With the axe gripped tightly in his hand, he followed Alma to the gate's back entrance. He wasn't paying close attention to Alma at the moment of her twitch so he had missed it. Though his eyes were in her direction his mind had wandered elsewhere, still debating on bringing Blitzen or not. Sascha walked through the opening, gesturing a thank you with a dip of the head, before slowing his stroll for Alma to catch up once she aided Max. As they traveled he made sure the axe wasn't endangering anyone, holding it with both hands at an angle to his body. Already through the gate's door, he had decided against bringing his friend once again and hopefully this decision didn't hinder their progress. He hoped that Max's horse could handle the work load without getting too exhausted — not that he was doubting Max's care for her.


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