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Puppy Naming Ceremony: Ausa Vatni
Date: Jan 31, 2014.
Setting: Vinátta Pack Lands, Sveit Village Hall
Time: Noon
Info: The first round is only for leadership and participating family. Done! Second round is mandatory for everyone else, you have to post at least once or your character risks demotion. If your character has an IC reason not to attend, PM the VN account to let us know. Otherwise, all members (including NPCs and those on Absentee) are assumed to be present by the second round, and food and alcoholic beverages are available. Closing date will be March 7th.

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Northern winter entrenched their coastal land deep in snow and ice. Bitter winds rattled the pine needles in the coniferous forests, and grew icicles like reaching fingers from the bare branches of the deciduous trees. It was a quiet time for most wolves as they focused simply on hunting and staying warm. Families and friends shared firelight and food, and that was the close-knit atmosphere Colibri hoped to accomplish in the grand hall that day.

It was time for the Ausa Vatni, to bless the next generation of puppies – her own were included this time, which made her heart swell with pride. Niernan would bring their trio by at noon, as Ascher would bring his pair of children, and Palaydrian her youngest, for the joint ceremony. It was much too harsh to conduct the event at the lake as was the usual, so she had organized the festivities indoors at the Vináttan built village hall.

Colibri had to prepare the hall first. It had not been used for a pack function in some time, so she enlisted the help of the jovial Jindabyne and Joondalup to sweep the cobwebs and set the table with firkins of drink and mugs for the toast. Axle and Grit hauled a fresh elk carcass between them, and set up a roasting spit on the frozen lawn outside. Once the meat was prepared and portioned in varying degrees of rareness, the burly Valds began carrying it indoors and piling it up for their packmates to feast on. There were already stacks of smoked fish and dried boar and rabbit jerky brought from the storage house, and seasoned packmates knew they were welcome to add their own refreshments if they had contributions to share.

Colibri carried in some simple decorations she gathered from nature – pine cones, sprigs of evergreen, bundles of potpourri – and arranged them throughout the hall to chase out the musty scent and make it feel more welcoming. The almanac was prominently on display at the center for those who wished to read up on pack history before taking part in it. Miskunn came sweeping regally in with a ceremonial bowl of water from the lake, ready to perform the Norse baptism once the sun reached noon. Saul would bring the hand carved pendants to induct the six youths officially into the ranks.

The hustle and bustle filled the air with anticipation. Coli slipped back into the cold for a brief moment to catch her breath, and leaned against the heavy door of the hall. She had not used her Optime form since the birth of her pups, and was already exhausted by the effort she had expended to act as Sannindi again. She had donned her only garment, the long rabbit-fur cloak, to fight off the winter chill as well as lessen the obvious weight loss due to her state of malaise. Most of the pack did not know of Coli's current health, and she would rather downplay it so that the children and parents got their special time to shine.

This day was much too important for Colibri to miss out on just because she felt weak. Not only would her mate and youngest children be participating, but her oldest children would all be there as well. Florina would keep her word and visit from New Dawn, which should be a lovely surprise for Fiora and Farina. All six of her babies, under the same roof for the first time. If only her heart would stop fluttering so rapidly, she could catch her breath and compose herself. She was as nervous as she was excited.

The Sannindi smiled and tilted her head to the grey sky, howling to summon everyone in their lands to the village hall. Her small voice was lost in the wintry gales of wind, but was soon bolstered by Miskunn’s melodic alto. Coli nodded gratefully to the Godja, as well as to non-pious Axle and Grit who excused themselves to faithfully watch the borders while the pack celebrated. Then she pulled her cloak more tightly around herself and shuffled indoors, where it was warm, to wait.


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Why can't the moon stay full forever? Right now she's got nothing on her mind.




Today was the big day, his youngest brood was being baptised into the pack and the Norse way of life. They had already had hundreds of the old stories told to them; of the Gods and the legends, but also the fairy tales, the stories that families told over warm drinks by the fire in the cold nights, when it was impossible to go outside. They seemed entranced by the stories, falling deeper and deeper into the lore, and he was happy about that, they were Stormbringers, despite Fionna's vin Haki moniker, and they should know of their ancestry and culture. So today, their true induction to the pack and their initiation in the Norse traditions was important, especially to him and Coli.

His mate had instructed him to listen out for her howl, to come along and bring the pups at around noon. She had gone ahead, as part of the leadership, to set up for the ceremony. He was more than happy to sit and wait with his children and pets, playing with them in the warmth of their home. It was as he was being pounced upon by his children that he heard the thin call, four sets of pointed ears swivelled to the familiar voice and suddenly he was three puppies lighter as they clamoured at the door. He chuckled as he watched them, though worry sank into his heart as he heard how weak Coli's voice was. She hadn't regained her strength after birthing their children and he was concerned. He wanted her back to the way she was before, with good weight on her and full of life, but so far she had failed to put any weight on and her body seemed to tire all too quickly. He was at a loss for what to do to help her. Perhaps he should go to Saul and air his concerns with his cousin, the medic Virding just may know a way to get Coli back to health, he was sure that Saul had helped her last time, after the flowers had been born.

And there his heart went again; the flowers. Coli's first litter, Fiora, Farina and Florina, had hardly taken to him. He'd had very little interaction with them, which he half blamed himself for, but from what he had heard Fiora and Farina didn't accept him and Florina pretty much hated his guts, but he could understand her distaste; he had been the one to find her after the accident with her mother and he had said some rather unsavoury things. He had tried to resolve it with her but she seemed adamant to dislike him. He could only continue trying, just as he would with Fiora and Farina, though he would never force them to see him as a father, that would be wrong of him, just like he would never force Teagan and Lochlan to see Coli as their mother. He sighed and tried to still his nervous heart, knowing the flowers, even Florina, would be at the ceremony made him anxious. He wanted them there, these pups were their siblings, he just knew that he would feel uncomfortable with the disapproving and perhaps even outright hateful looks he would get.

Attempting to calm his nervous heart he removed himself from the floor and grinned as he approached the pups, ruffling their soft puppy fur with his hand. Three sets of blue eyes gazed up at him, innocence and excitement shining within them, "We gon' see Mama now?" Russano struggled out, his juvenile tongue fumbling the words as he gazed up at his father. "Yes sweethearts, we're gonna go see your mama now, and lots of other people too. It's a special day for you; your Ausa Vatni. You're to be accepted into our way of life today, and you'll get your Frithr pendants." He showed them his own pendant and they all grinned and wagged their thin tails, eager to go.

He shooed the pups away from the door and yanked it open, letting the winter wind howl through the opening into the warm home. He looked at the high piled snow with concern and shivered in the driving wind. He looked down at his children, they may have been just over two months old, and well into their first growth spurts; their legs now lanky and their tummies less rotund, but they were still small. They would never make it to the village hall unaided, yet they were too heavy for him to carry all three. He turned to the room that Lochlan and Teagan had once shared, now the residence of Teagan alone. His eldest daughter stood in the doorway, smiling at her father and her young siblings. "I'll take Nin if you take Fi and Russ, she wiggles the least." He grinned at her, "Deal." The golden female strode over to her youngest and quietest sister and scooped her off the ground, snuggling her and tickling her. Ninian squirmed and wagged her tail, a joyous smile plastered on her face, she seemed to have really take to her eldest sister, just as Teagan seemed to have a soft spot for the quiet runt of the litter. Niernan gathered Fionna and Russano into his arms, hefting them up with a groan, "Gods you guys are heavy. Well, let's get going then."

He started out the door, paws sinking deep into the cold snow, Teagan following behind him. Surprisingly they gained a tail of small furry animals; Ciaran led a procession of cats and one otter out of the door to walk in the wolves wake. The large feline simply purred when Niernan raised his scarred eyebrow at him. He shrugged and led the way, forging a path through the deep snow. As they walked he grinned; he could feel Fionna and Russano paying with his Frithr pendant and the beads that decorated it, mumbling in their broken puppy language about getting their own and being 'growed ups'. He glanced back once, briefly, to see Teagan talking to Ninian. The pale pup in her arms never said a word, her muteness still a mystery to them all, but she listened intently to every word that Teagan said, nodding and wagging her tail to convey her understanding.

Before long the village hall hoved into view and Niernan breathed a sigh of relief, speeding up the last few paces to get into the warmth of the hall, all anxiety over potential ceremony guests forgotten in his desire to see his mate and be warm. The pups wiggled furiously in his arms and he laughed as he put them down, watching them dash across the floor to scramble at their mother, Teagan appeared to have done the same as Ninian dashed past him to join her siblings. He looked down at his paws seeing the snow thickly clumped on his fur. He stepped outside for a moment to free himself of the heavy snow before re-entering and striding over to his mate and children. He smiled softly at Colibri, bringing a hand up to caress her face lovingly, "Hello love." He aimed a quick, affectionate lick to her cheek before settling beside her to await the arrival of the rest of the pack to the ceremony and celebration, the pups at their feet, shifting with excitement and anticipation. Nier allowed a glance over to his elder daughter, seeing her busy chatting with the young black cat that perched on her shoulder, three more cats, one black, one silver tabby and one large dark tabby, and a three legged otter sat around her feet. He smiled at his odd little family, a warmth spreading through his chest; it didn't matter now if he got disapproving glares from Coli's oldest children. Nothing would dim the joy of this moment.



((wc: 1,300. ooc: O_O Sorry for the length! tl;dr: Niernan gathers pups and takes them to the hall. Teagan + cats + otter follow. Let's celebrate! ))


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OOC: *attempts to flex posting muscles* owww

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The Frithr pendant dangled from Ascher's closed fist, swinging gently as if it felt lost not being against the Eljun's cream-coloured chest. It had rested there for over half a year now, through everything; it had met countless wolves who wore its fellows, all connected under the friendly banner of home; it had witnessed every bad thing which had befallen Vinatta as well as every blessing. By far the greatest blessings for the Eljun Rikr were the pair of growing children who gazed at the slowly undulating carving, their scrappy tails – one straight and one painfully bent – stirring the air behind them. Bel and Orvar had seen the Frithr beads Ascher wore from the day their eyes had cracked open, but today they would gain their own – and of course, this seemed to erase any memory of the carved wood from their young minds, necessitating a close-up viewing.

“All right kids, you've seen it now and you'll have your own soon enough,” Asch murmured with a fond smile and a muzzle to forehead bump for each of his children. He replaced the pendant back over his heart, hoping that it might quell the frantic beating. Today the pack would see how far Bel and Orvar had come from the tiny bundles Ascher had hidden away that first night before taking them to Colibri. “Will our Mama be there?” Bel asked – one of a thousand questions she could have asked. This one hit a nerve, but Ascher forced his face to be impeccably smooth. “No, my little leaf, you'll have to make do with me.” Asch reached forward to ruffle his daughter's ears and Orvar moved closer to get in on the fatherly affection. “But! Colibri will be there, and Aspen - “ Bel's face lit up at that particular name; she had taken a liking to Aspen and even her cat, Major, who seemed at best disinterested in the pups and at worst disdainful. “- and your second cousins, and Drin, and Dagr..” “Everyone will be there, Daddy,” Orvar cut in excitedly. “It's an Ausa Vatni, and everyone comes.” Ascher nodded silently before leading his children out of the house.

It was only a short walk to the Village Hall, and one which was simple enough for Ascher to trust Bel and Orvar to make it there in one piece without his intervention – which was lucky, because the copper and beige man was a tense bundle of nerves. He still moved with a little stiffness in one leg, thanks to the porcupine spine which had lanced it, but his movements were as wooden as the beads hanging around his neck. Today would be a day of celebration, but the quiet man found he had to work himself into a celebratory mood. With all that had happened within and beyond Vinatta recently, Ascher had to actively search for thoughts to cheer him. The meeting of his friends and family to formally introduce the youngest members to Vinatta as a whole was as good a reason as any, but Ascher remained quiet as they approached and entered the Hall.

He set eyes on Niernan first, and went over to clap him on the shoulder, directing a warm smile to the circle of family close by. Orvar and Bel beamed, delighted to see Colibri in particular, who had been the first and closest thing to a Mother they'd known. The Eljun dipped his head to Aunt Miskunn, his ears splaying; suddenly he felt a child again himself, and he had to crouch down and whisper softly to his own children. “You two will be fine.” The words were more to reassure Ascher than Bel or Orvar, both of whom were dancing in place excitedly. Asch glanced to Niernan and Colibri again, wishing he had a hand to hold.

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So don't you worry your pretty little mind . . .


Ma! Come on, he looks fine! Whined Leaf, a grin spreading across his long whiskered face when he poked his head into the bedroom. “Eaf-eaf-eaf!” Dagr squealed, his mother softly sighing, as she withdrew her bathing lick from Dagr’s head, his fuzzy hairs looking like the soft down feathers of a chick, sticking out at odd angles as if he’d been electrified. Hey buddy! The fox called. “Uddy! Dagr chirped back, his brother gracefully leaping atop the bed and occupying the newest Soul with his bushy tail. Palaydrian could never seem to get the pup’s incoming coat to settle just right, but the squirming toddler didn’t seem to mind, barking “Me kean!” in his puppy speech to Leaf and pouncing on his big brother’s tail. Drin started collected her things and fashioned the carrying harness to her chest.


He’s still favoring that leg? The fox asked, Drin bobbing her head “yes” in reply, a bit of a frown playing on her lips and staring back at her from the water damaged mirror as she hastily braided her hair. She couldn’t worry about it today though, it was meant to be a celebrating time, the Ausa Vatni of her newest child and the ones of her dearest friends. I hope it’s nothing, she murmured, fastening Freya’s armband that Jiva had made her about her bicep and taking one last look around the room. I’m sure it’s nothing Ma… Leaf offered, nipping playfully at Dagr when he bit a little too hard.


Are we going or what? Called a moody Tyris from the living room, sparking both fox and mother into action when Colibri’s call began to fade away. The combo child of Drin and Aedan had a mouthful of fire red fur when the Aor scooped him up in her hands, his happy tongue frantically licking at the air between them before she brought him closer to her face. Ah yes kisses, momma loves your kisses, she giggled. “Isses!” He squee’d, as she indulged the child with her own affectionate licks before swaddling him into the carrying sling. Well whatever it is, this will have to do for now, she replied, knowing a walk through the snow to the Hall would be a fun adventure for the little pup, but ultimately it would only exhaust the toddler before the ceremony could even begin.


Accustomed to the harness and still so featherlight, Dagr fell into his usual behavior, glancing about wildly from his snuggled perch and barking at anything that looked mildly interesting while occasionally chiming “Mum-muh, ma-muh, mum-muh, ma-muh!” in time with the Aor Vald’s steps. Leaf ran ahead, most likely to meet up with Ivy in the Hall and find a good spot for the entire family. Tyris lagged behind, occasionally running his fingers through his natural mohawk and making faces at Dagr each time he caught the pup’s eye. The Soul child loved it, erupting into antics of “Ris-Ris!” and flailing his little legs.


The frown from earlier had completely disappeared at this point as a throng of vikings came into view. This would be the second Ausni Vatni she was participating in and it warmed the Vald that her sons had taken so kindly to the arrival of Dagr. They were more helpful than she could’ve ever imagined. Drin felt the press of her pale son’s lips against her cheek before he disappeared into the gathering, possibly in search of his twin brother as she made her way towards the participating families. She was beaming by the time she’d manouvered through the crowd and stood by her friend, Ascher, dipping her head in respect to Miskunn, Colibri, and Niernan. Her eyes swept over the young with warmth, so many would be recognized today. A tentative lick came from beneath her chin, she hadn’t realized Dagr had fell into a nervous quiet, crowds seemed to diminish his already boisterous personality.


It’s okay little one, she whispered, intuitive aura picking up on the Eljun Rikr’s nervousness as well and slipping a gloved hand into his. She gave her friend’s handpaw an assuring squeeze and waited for the ceremony to begin.



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-- sorrysorrrry! also, excuse grumpy-saul, his bubby has been kidnapped!

He had to go. It was his duty as Virding and Uncle to most of those that would be attending. But the weight of his loss pressed him further into the furs upon his floor, crushed and broken. For the past three weeks he'd been up before dawn and out, looking. But this morning, he'd woken and he hadn't been able to move. He'd lay in the darkness, the brightening light shining against the tears that slowly leaked down his face. He couldn't keep his family together, couldn't keep them safe. He couldn't keep hold of his own mate, drove her from the pack with their eldest son. His nieces and nephew had been kidnapped by a nasty group of mongrels and while they'd got them back, Saul still felt the weight of it upon his chest. And then, forever after they seemed to be plagued with bad fortune; Carya, Aspen, Rúni and now his own beloved sunshine girl. The weight of his grief had floored him and he hadn't moved for the six or so hours in which he'd been awake, staring at the ceiling.


Even Colibri's call, echoing through the lands and through his empty house, didn't rouse him immediately. His head turned, bloodshot green eyes flickering over the stark light of the day, the snow and frost pressing against the small window in his bedroom. As the minutes ticked on, he knew he had to go, had to get up. Heck, it should have been he who'd called for the pack, not poor Colibri. Even so, his thoughts swirled constantly around the absence in his house, his poor child who must be so afraid, alone, wondering why she hadn't been rescued yet. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Saul managed to roll and rise out of his furs, his rather-more ragged appearance uncared for. He shifted, pulling on a pair of shorts before hooking the row of necklaces that had been hanging in his living room for a month or so now. Palaydrian's surprise had warranted another necklace that he hadn't counted on, but Ascher and Colibri's had been accounted for a while ago.


He was the last to enter the hall, a ghost, a ghoul of grief. Relief washed over him as he realised it was just family, pups in arms that had gathered. By now, he classed Drin within this sphere and offered only a cursory and brief smile. He tried, he really did try to let the joy of the day wash over him and as he crossed the length of the hall, pulling together a semblance of functionality so that by the time he reached them, he could manage a small but more sustained smile. I am sorry for my lateness, but I've got the necklaces. His throat felt a little hoarse and he coughed slightly after, guilty green eyes lifting to brother, cousin, closest friends for a moment; he didn't want to ruin their day.

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The great hall was soon filled with a buzz of conversation as packmates filed in from the snowy outdoors. Coli found herself swallowing nervously and picking at the hem of her cloak. She would never be comfortable with public speaking no matter how many times they hosted gatherings for her friends and family. It took such a concerted effort just to keep from stuttering when she felt all eyes on her, which was why she relied so heavily on Miskunn and Saul to do the orating. She had made some improvement overall, but she didn’t expect it to be noticeable. If only her heart would race a little slower – surely everyone could hear it pounding.

Her pulse skipped when she saw Niernan’s dark form enter the hall in a flurry of snow. Fionna and Russano squirmed in his arms and were soon released to scamper along the floor toward her. Coli beamed as she knelt to nuzzle them, and they were soon joined by the smallest, Ninian, once she left her favorite sister’s grasp. Smallest was a relative term, of course – their pups had grown so quickly, it was already difficult to carry them all. Strange to think how much she missed them after such a short absence. She busied herself by licking the snowflakes from their rumpled fur, and they protested and wriggled to escape. "You have to look perfect for your special day," she intoned, and her daughters rolled their eyes. "Daaa-a," appealed Russano as their father made his approach. Coli quickly straightened and flushed at her mate’s presence, leaning into the warmth of his fingers as he touched her face. "Hello, love," she murmured in response, ears falling back. Already she felt braver.

They were soon joined by Ascher, Orvar, and Bel, to whom Colibri greeted warmly. She was proud to see how well the little ones were doing – they too had a special place in her heart, even if they didn’t come by as often as they once had. She knew Ascher would be a good parent, and he was family to her now. Palaydrian arrived with the youngest Aeska, Dagr, safely swaddled in a sling like a chick, and Coli couldn’t help but wiggle her fingers in greeting to the golden infant she was seeing for the first time. Coli had been surprised when she first learned of Dagr’s birth, as she hadn’t known Palaydrian had taken a suitor since Jiva’s loss. It was obvious that the father of her child was not Vináttan, and so he would remain; no name was offered or necessary. Her surprise was shortly replaced by solidarity – their pack had always been supportive of the single parents, herself included. It only reminded her how thankful she was to have Niernan this time around. It had been dreadfully lonely to stand in front of the crowd all by herself those seasons ago. As Drin took Ascher’s hand reassuringly, Coli quietly smiled.

Miskunn caught her eye and nodded austerely, indicating that she was ready to begin. The priestess radiated calmness as always, with a faint undercurrent of pride to once again baptize some of her Stormbringer relatives. Coli bit her lip and peered through the faces gathered at the assembly – they were still missing their Virding, and she wouldn’t want him to miss this. Finally she saw the familiar timber-grey figure sweeping toward the head of the table, last to arrive. Saul’s haggard appearance brought a soft whine to her throat. Coli knew she didn’t look much better right now, but it was worrisome to see him taking such poor care of himself. It was Nier who first told her of Solieri’s abduction – so soon after recovering Runi, it wasn’t fair to the doting father. They had to put on brave faces for the sake of the pack, though, and worried blue eyes lingered on his before flicking back to the waiting Godja.

"Thank you for coming through the cold to join us, everyone," Coli called, raising her arms to draw the attention of her packmates. "T… today we welcome six of our Aeska into the Vináttan family. We give them our blessings and their own Frithr pendants, as is tradition. We f-feast to celebrate the joyous occasion." She bowed respectfully to Miskunn, who raised her staff and brought it down against the floorboards. A hush fell over the hall as her clear voice rang out. "Through the Ausa Vatni, we bless them with the elements of our home: earth and water."

Coli stood beside Niernan, Ascher, Palaydrian, and Saul, and felt as though the crowd behind them faded into the background. The puppies sat at their parents’ feet, wide-eyed and silent. The sharp perfume of pine caught in her nostrils as Miskunn raised a freshly cut switch of evergreen. "The Aeska are laid upon the ground, recognizing the source of all life, 'jord'. Then each child is raised to receive the element of water, a power of healing and good. It is sprinkled three times -- once in the name of Thor, again in the name of Freyr, and lastly in the name of Njord."

The Godja waited patiently for the parents to comply. Coli stooped down to pick up Nini and nestled her daughter comfortably in her arms, knowing her mate would carry their other two. Miskunn brushed the branch over the glassy surface of the water in the bowl, gathering droplets which she sprinkled on the foreheads of each babe three times. "Ek verp vatni þetta barn a, ok gef honum nafnit... Bel," she chanted flawlessly, gracing her nephew’s daughter first, then "…Orvar," she repeated the process with his son. She turned to face Niernan and Colibri, repeating the process for their triplets. "…Russano, Fionna, Ninian." Then the robed priestess flicked the spray of pine across the bowl once more, for "…Dagr."

The magick had been invoked, and they would receive their pendants from the Virding who carved them. Coli turned back to the long table with its sea of faces, and picked up her cup to signal the toast. The Godja had already replaced her pine branch with her staff, and brought it up toward the rafters of the hall. "Heilir Aesir! Heilar Asynjur! Heil su in fjolnyta fold!" The Sannindi chanted the familiar prayer in the old tongue along with her, adding one last "Hail!" for the Vináttans to cheer. Coli edged closer to her mate, relieved that everything had gone without a hitch and they could now relax and enjoy themselves. The feast could now begin in earnest, and they were free to remain in the warmth and company for as long as they wished to evade the winter weather.


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The family had traveled together, at least the majority of it. Anu stood beside her sons, Oak and Cypress towering over her and Auggie standing even taller then they did. Though only by a hair. The presentation of the pack's new youth was the Aeska's favorite, and she moved towards the front, stopped short of the parents that gathered close to the Godja and the pack leaders. The woman could not help but notice that the Sannindi looked brighter, fuller and with a greater sheen to her coat then she had when the two had stumbled across each other.


Blue eyes looked to Tayui, a soft smile coming over her as she thought about the day that they two women had brought up their large litter of four. The parents would be bursting with pride, joy that could hardly be contained. Yet they all knew what to do and what to expect. The ceremony was their most frequent, another point of pride for the pack as a whole. Their litters meant they flourished, the young being the life blood of their ranks. It was the most important aspect of their lives together, the most precious and the thing that needed their protection, guidance and love the most.


Blue eyes looked at the priestess, the words she spoke ones that Anu recited along with her in silence. It wasn't until she raised the cup that Anu took one for herself. She raised it among her family and her pack mates, toasting and cheering to the newest Vináttans. Hail! She cried beside her brethren and fellow Norse believers.



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The family was mostly together. Anu and Tayui were standing beside Auggie, Cypress and Oak, and Carya found herself being tailed by her kitten, which given the choice would have been left at the house. Instead the small feline trailed her heels as Carya gently came to a halt wondering where her newly acclaimed House-mate was at. Probably with Lily. She couldn't help but bite back the acid that she could almost feel at her lips, and instead replaced it with a gentle smile as she came closer to her parents as well as her siblings. A hug would be distributed upon her mothers' and her brothers' as she would gently settle to the very end of her mother Anu's side.

Her blue eyes glanced around as Carya caught her mothers' giving one another gentle, yet loving looks. Carya couldn't help but hide her smile behind a white hand, it was the most gentle and loving thing Carya could ever wish for. For Lochlan and her, it would be different, but perhaps that would change in time. For now the Rirk female placed herself with one hand on her hip, listening to the words of the Stomrbringer family- that Carya secretly wished to be intertwined in- as well as their Godja. The ceremony had been one that Carya attended with her family whenever it was held, and one that would be for her children, and her children's children. Carya actually felt like it would be a ceremony worthy of tears, when the time came. The Ausa Vatni was blessing the next generations of puppies into the pack, and all of which made Carya's heart flutter. She remembered her own Ausa Vatni, well not quite but otherwise it was a blur. Now she was ranked as a Rirk Starfa, and would soon climb within ranks and already towering in ranks over her mothers' she would soon tower over her entire family.

For now though, Carya was settling in with her own glass in hand that Carya had taken, and raised her cup with her mother, family, and fellow pack-mates. Hail! Carya bellowed among her family, and fellow Vinattans. Hail, indeed. As she walked gently to grab some food, and consume herself with a full mouth. Wherever Lochlan was, Carya surely hoped he was happy. He would show up shortly, and she would probably give him a gentle smile, with eyes that read danger.
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Florina leaned against the back wall near the doorway. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and silver eyes stared coolly out over those seated at the long table. Her mother made her promise, and so the faithful traitor arrived to see her little siblings on the day of their ceremony. Her own battered Frithr pendant still hung around her neck, same as it had since the day of her Ausa Vatni. Prying eyes might mistake her for a newcomer until they caught the wild scent of New Dawn thick in her pelt. Older Vináttans might remember that she was the Sannindi's daughter who fled last spring.

Florina stood alone, knowing better than to intrude on her family on a day so important. They could come to her if they had something to say. She still looked for Farina, Fiora, and Sólieri in the crowd, though a crop of sunshine-blonde curls was conspicuously absent from those seated. At least she had managed to convince Kerrian to stay behind and wait for her return (though it had required more teeth than she anticipated, given the newest facet to their complex relationship and his subsequent possessiveness). She missed the simplicity, and wondered if things could ever go back to being simple once they became complicated. Her searching gaze lingered on the backs of the Aston family's heads, and a subtle twitch marred her otherwise expressionless face. No, simplicity was hard to hold onto.

Ecru nostrils flared at the tempting scent of the elk roast on the table, though she remained frozen in place as Uncle Saul blustered in over the threshold. He was in too much of a hurry to notice Florina standing there, it seemed, though her eyes widened and tall ears fanned back at the sight of the Virding breezing past her. She almost spoke, but her teeth clicked shut as he hurried to the front of the room with a fistful of necklaces. Saul probably didn't know Florina had been invited. Her arms tightened, jaw clenched, and she stared fixedly at the Godja readying her props for the ritual. She had not promised to socialize — she was only obligated to bear witness.

Florina watched her stammering mother make a faint attempt to command the room's presence, small and lost in the folds of a voluminous cloak. Colibri's worn appearance did not seem much improved from Florina's visit a fortnight ago, she noted impassively. The parents and children assembled around Miskunn, and the priestess took over with rich silvery tones colored with notes of the old tongue that Florina had once demanded to learn when she was little. Miskunn had taught her the names of the gods, the runes, and other half-forgotten prayers and incantations that struggled to resurface in her mind.

Florina felt no connection to the little sisters and brother being sprinkled with lake water on their naming day (they were Niernan's, not hers), but there was an undercurrent of power that bound her to the ritual itself. She missed that feeling, rare and fleeting as it was. Hail, she uttered strongly, devoutly, but did not uncross her arms.


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Another naming ceremony. Aspen was pretty sure she had been to a different one very early on after she came to live in Vinatta. At the time, she hadn't known anyone, so she stayed in the back and couldn't see anything. Or maybe it was a different ceremony. Either way, this one was more important to her because it was for Ascher's children, and Colibri's but she had not met them yet. This time, though, she wanted to be able to see what was happening, or at least try to, so she was in her Optime form.

It wasn't quite time to leave yet, and Aspen sat on the floor of her house looking at Major. He had a confused look on his face after her explanation of what the ceremony was. She knew he understood some of what she said in high speech, but since they were unable to carry on full conversations, it was difficult sometimes and they often simply gave up when they both became frustrated.

"It's for Bel and Orvar and some other puppies," she tried again and he sighed at the mention of Bel and Orvar. He would never admit it, but Aspen was pretty sure he was starting to like those two puppies. She already liked them quite a lot. "I'm going, but you don't have to."

"Strange wolves. Let's go," was his simple reply and Aspen couldn't help a small smile. He was antisocial, and she would neither want nor try to change him. At the same time, she was glad he seemed to be embracing the life he had in Jordheim, and even starting to get to know a couple other residents, though he still seemed bitter about Cody leaving, and she understood that.

Major started heading for the door and Aspen stood up to go open it. Once both were outside, she pulled it closed and started heading to where the ceremony was being held. Major walked in silence at her side, and she didn't feel the need to say anything, either. When they got close, she found herself feeling shy, knowing how many others were going to be here. As they approached the gathering, her shoulders hunched forward and she made no attempt to correct her posture. She crossed her arms in front of her as she glanced around with her ears folded back, looking for someone she knew, and unconsciously looking for Ascher specifically. She spotted him up with the leadership and her stomach fluttered. Aspen blinked, and then Major distracted her by sitting on her foot.

"See them?" The feline grumbled and Aspen looked down at him with a nod.

"Up at the front," she replied in a small voice and then the ceremony got started. She watched as the puppies were sprinkled with water and given their beads. “Hail,” her voice was quiet compared to the others, but it always was. With the ceremony complete, Aspen wasn’t sure what to do next and decided to wander over to the food, hoping she would eventually find Ascher.
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She was nearly late to the ceremony, arriving in scarce time to hear her mother begin speaking. She recognized first the overwhelming scent of roasted elk, delectable from the small glance made at the table. Farina noticed next the crowd and the way her mother seemed to shake before them, confident in her role yet strengthened perhaps only by the fact that her own children were to partake in the ceremony. The wolfdog glanced at long last over the three half-siblings, already months in age, clutched in the arms of Niernan. Her heart opened, but fisting hands reminded her place. A returning sense of betrayal birthed itself again in her chest, and behind a fake smile and empty greetings Farina made every attempt to blend her arrival in as insignificant.


In truth, she did not particularly want to attend. The wolfdog loved her home, supported her mother's relationship, but could not yet bring herself comfort at the thought of half-siblings. It just did not seem right.


And yet lingering at the back and noticed rapidly upon entry was Florina, brooding and unhappy. There was no masking the Hollr's surprise at the sight. A smile in truth formed, but Farina knew not to stifle and overwhelm her finicky younger sister. The wolfdog nodded her greeting, suppressing the excitement, and remained quietly at her side. A glance confirmed the Frithr still about Florina's neck. Good.


Her mother recited the ceremony, the same words Farina vaguely recalled from her own. The wolfdog looked upon her half-siblings detached yet yearning, knowing well the promise to herself to right the situation with Florina prior to becoming involved with Russano, Fionna, and Ninian. At long last her mother cried Hail, joined in company by the Vinattans present and the proud parents among them.


Florina but mumbled her assent while Farina, with greater voice, responded to the call for Bel and Orvar and for the little yellow one whose name already escaped her: "Hail."

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In spite of her absent mood lately, Abigail was excited for the Ausa Vatni. She remembered her own, when Silvano had stood at the back of the room, hardly recognisable in the shadows. Trying to keep his presence under wraps; her Father seemed to have many things under wraps - but Abi could hardly wait to see him again, to prove that she was the best daughter she could be. She had an idea of how she would prove that, and perhaps a piece of her hoped to see the tall man at the back of the Hall again as she entered, casting her sea green eyes around for Shiloh and Alessan.

The Hollr recognised everyone here, with the exception of Palaydrian's bundle, barely visible but looking comfortable in his sling, and the pale-haired female who stood beside Farina, looking as if she didn't want to be there. Abi's ears would fall back in confusion if she caught Florina's eye, but for most of the ceremony her eyes were moving from the parents and pups up at the front to the shadows behind her. "Hail!" the pale Sadira cheered, raising her fist and smiling enthusiastically before resuming her hopeless search.

There was no tall man smelling of horse, no scent of Cour des Miracles in the room. Abi didn't let her face fall, but decided to meander over to the table which bore the elk and fill it with food, instead. In spite of her sour feelings over her family's scattered nature, she knew it had been a hard Winter - she could see it in Uncle Saul's eyes - and she was grateful that they had food to fill their mouths and bellies with. She thanked the Gods privately, touching two fingers to her own Frithr necklace as she wandered away from the food. Abigail's eyes no longer flitted around as if following the path of a butterfly; they skipped over most of the faces before she decided that she needed to get into the spirit of things.

The girl strode to a pocket of room in the Hall and began to dance, her feet moving quickly and her head bobbing as she twirled about.

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She did not know how to feel about anything, from the first time she experienced a kiss from the opposite sex to the fact there was not an option of pursuing that particular male. She also had her half siblings to think about, how they were now taking all of her mother’s attention and leaving her in last place in the loving touches and looks. She was alone in her house but for her faithful companion, the only mammal other than her horse that stayed with her. The only creature that did not leave her alone in the dark, he was always there.


Even now when in truth she wanted to miss this ceremony, she did not want to deal with the fact that she was being replaced. A gentle mewing and a tickle at her nose had budged her out of her comfort zone and out into the weather that everyone else was dealing with for the new children. It was this shy child that wandered into the gathering without trying to draw attention, instead her baby blue eyes landed on the large and toned frame of her long lost sister. A woman she missed dearly and wanted back into her life, slowly her tiny frame tip toed closer to her silvery body.


When the prays came and went she echoed everyone else. Hail! She spoke in a soft tone, hearing the chime of her feline companion after he dug his claws into her shoulder to balance himself. 'Hail' She also echoed, causing a smile to grace her features though fleeting as it was. She could not help but move in on her sister, looking up at her as if begging for some form of affection.



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This was to be her first official pack gathering, and Lily smiled into the cold winter air at the thought. She had been a member of Vinatta for only a short time, but already the Revlis girl was growing to accept this family over the one she had previously known. Perhaps she had been deceitful in telling the Vinattans that her name was Iris, but Lily truly didn’t want to be Lily Storm Revlis anymore. Why carry a name that did not mean anything to her? All she had wanted as a pup was to live up to her name, but as time wore on Lily wasn’t so sure it was a name worth living up to. At least now she had found a place where she truly felt happy, even if she did still feel like somewhat of an outsider.

She’d rushed out into the cold, tucking her chin close to her chest when the wicked winter breeze whipped by. She had not been to the hall before, but it was a relatively short distance from the village of houses and it was easy enough to follow the others that were headed in that direction. Vivid green searched the faces for someone familiar, but Lily did not recognize anyone. Some faces she had seen briefly in passing, but had not yet been properly introduced.

Upon arrival to the hall, Lily quickly took a seat by the door farthest away from where the ceremony was to take place. Her gaze quickly assessed the crowd that had assembled and was finally able to pick out some familiar places. The smile found her features again, and Lily allowed herself to settle into her seat. Her vivid gaze traveled towards the front of the hall as those gathered quieted to a soft hush. The ceremony was beginning, and Lily was all ears.

It was interesting to watch, and Lily compared it to the one pivotal ceremony she had attended as a member of Salsola. That particular event had deemed it necessary to spill blood, and Lily’s views had been forever changed. This ceremony did not display such brutality, but did encourage the same ideas – posterity. So when the group joined together in praise of this tradition, Lily reached out for a cup set in front of her. She joined in with her new family, echoing Hail! before raising the mug to her lips in honor of the youth.


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It was odd, but the young woman was glad for the pack’s celebration. Normally she would not care for it, mainly because she did not wish for the crowds. But it was suddenly different. After going to New Dawn and experiencing the gathering in a different land there was a sort of comfort in the Ausa Vatni. It was not the first time she had seen it, and so there was a true sense of tradition that filled her as she watched the spiritual leader of the pack sprinkle water on each of the new pups.


The girl stood by her mothers, brothers and sister. Their unity also held a new sense of comfort that had not been easily uncovered in the past. Valérian was missing, it seemed, his recovery would be slow she figured. Wondering if she should go and see him. The two had never been close.


She raised her cup and called out with the rest of her packmates, Hail! when the time was right. Andi smiled, looking to her sister for a moment to share the happiness that was certainly felt at the welcoming of the new pup into their large family.




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It was truly a marvel what Vinátta had done: the packmembers had managed to forge such strong bonds and now they were full of life. The young of the pack were always being celebrated, and rightly so. Vinátta was less feral in that many of the members had children, not just the Alphas, and with their skills as luperci, they were able to feed them all. And there really were many to be considered: Colibri named them each, as was customary, and Tayui felt some fluttering of hope for their pack. Tayui and Anu had sought a home and solace, but she had never thought they would actually find it.

When Anu turned her gaze to her, Tayui returned her smile. As she surveyed the other members, she saw Carya, too, watching her, and she gave her a broad grin as well.

With her family and her packmates, she lifted her cup and shouted: “hail!”
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(384) HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY


Wrapped up in her clingy grey dress and the blue cloak, Shiloh arrived with the other Vináttans in the hall, warm and decorated and scented with pine and the cooking meat. She smiled warmly at her neighbors, offered quiet hellos to family and friends, and stopped to look up at the gathered parents. She spotted her daughters in the crowd, and Jérôme awkwardly hanging at the back, though he grinned when she caught his eye. A brush of fur at her ankle announced Wilson's presence, and she scooped him up onto her shoulder so he could see.


The Araedi frowned when she did not immediately see her brother, but Saul appeared—haggard in the wake of his daughter's kidnapping. It stirred sorrow and anger sharp in Shiloh's chest, though she hid it, not wanting to ruin the event. The white tomcat nuzzled her, purring gently, and she smiled before glancing at the puppies who were to be baptized. She didn't think she'd seen more than a glimpse of Colibri and Niernan's litter, but she was warmed by the sight of them, adorable Dagr—and her newest niece and nephew, of course, who were lucky to partake in their father's beautiful culture.


It was strange to watch the ceremony from the vantage point of a pack member, rather than a parent; it had been her children up there the last time, she remembered. She had a new perspective on it, remembering the pride that swelled in her chest, and that pride and love grew again as the water was sprinkled, the necklaces given to the pups. Hail! she called with the other Vináttans, and Wilson meowed it loud, too.


Then the cheer died down, and the Vináttans dispersed to talk and eat—and Wilson laughed suddenly and leaped from Shiloh's shoulder to the floor. Shiloh looked up to see that Abigail was dancing in a small pocket of space in the hall, with the cat approaching. Jérôme appeared out of nowhere, too, and aimed to take Abi's hand, hoping to twirl her, while Wilson grinned and began to prance around at their feet. Laughing, Shiloh approached them, and stole Jérôme from her daughter to dance with him.



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He felt badly that he hadn't been there to help carry his young siblings to the meeting hall, because he no longer resided at home. Perhaps he should have offered to sleep over to assist, but it hadn't even occurred to him. So much had been happening in his own life. No excuse, though. Family should have been the most important thing and he should have made sure that he was there to assist as they came together for this most important naming ceremony. Certainly he knew he needed to talk to Teagan soon, get her advice. Someone's advice, at least, since he seemed to be failing to figure things out on his own. Carya didn't even seem to want to talk to him anymore, she was so angry. Perhaps he had messed everything up and he was doomed to lose both Iris and Carrie. That was his greatest fear. Though losing either one sounded horrible; why couldn't he just go back to the innocent time when mates were an idea of the future, not of the present?


When he arrived at the ceremony, he didn't gravitate toward either of the females that held him in esteem. Instead, he moved toward his sister and gave her a rough hug. "Long time no see, frog breath." he teased quietly with the easygoing humor of a twin. There was so much more that he wanted to say, but now was not the time. Something told him that his littermate would sense it, though, and they would gravitate toward each other to talk soon. It was natural that she would know, because they were like two sides to one coin. Two peas in a pod. He looked to where his younger half-siblings sat and wondered if they would be as close; if he would know them better than he knew Dreyma. So far, he hadn't made enough effort. He should make sure to do that or he would lose his chance. Again.


The ceremony was familiar and this time, he had a warm drink in his paw. He raised it to the air and yelled "hail!" as loud as the rest of them. When his eyes caught Carrie's, he felt like he was about to be set on fire. His ears flattened and he looked away, toward no one else in particular. Though his eyes did catch Iris and he wondered if she held that same ire in her gaze. Not wanting to know, he didn't look at her eyes and merely looked away again. His throat clenched and he felt hollow, despite the festivities going on around him.


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Why can't the moon stay full forever? Right now she's got nothing on her mind.




Niernan laughed loudly as he approached his family, Russano's whining plea gaining him a raised eyebrow, "Your Mama's right, you need to look perfect." He knelt down after greeting Coli, and drew the badger striped puppy to him, little paws scrabbling against the floor. Niernan lashed out with his tongue and swiped it from his sons crown to his shoulders, rumpling the soft puppy fur and making it stand on end. He giggled and eyed his daughters wickedly, watching as they squirmed with mirth and playful energy, little yip-giggles escaped Fionna, but Ninian remained as silent as ever. He gave his most mischievous smile and shuffled towards the girls sending them scampering behind their mother. Russano launched a surprise attack on his father and bounced off the Vald's chest making Niernan laugh again. "Alright lad, I'll leave your sisters be, you've beaten me this time." He ran his hand down his sons head and spine, smoothing the ruffled fur so that it laid flat against his body once more.

He straightened and stood by his mate, wanting to touch her again, to feel the warmth of her skin against his hand, but he knew that she needed to be Sannindi now and she would be bolstered simply by his presence. He turned to welcome Ascher and Palaydrian, smiling reassuringly at his cousin and beaming at his friend. It had been a surprise to hear of Drin's new pup, but he had been happy for her. He leaned over to catch a glimpse of the sling-bound pup and simply saw golden fur. Content with his glimpse of the new puppy he looked down at his niece and nephew. Bel and Orvar were special to him and Coli; her wet nursing for Ascher and the pups had brought them all closer and Niernan felt oddly fond of the pups, like they were somehow strongly bound to his family. He knelt again, feeling Russano and Fionna press against him as he turned to greet their milk-siblings, he playfully looked them over, as if inspecting them. Finally he nodded in an exaggerated manner and smiled, "Absolutely perfect. Your Dad did a great job of getting you two ready. No need for any extra grooming." He winked at them before straightening again and grinning at Asch, trying to help the male feel a little more at ease.

He fell silent and stood a little straighter as Miskunn turned her gaze to him; the Godja had never really trusted Niernan, nor Bran, he supposed it was due to their reputation as pranksters back in the Solbjorg. He looked away from her after a moment, trying to displace the discomfort her gaze caused him, she reminded him of when he used to get told off for a prank or a joke. Looking away he saw Saul approaching and felt his ears automatically flash back with sadness. Saul was ragged and tired looking, Sóli's capture taking an obvious physical toll on their Virding. Niernan resolved then that after this ceremony was done and the party all done he would dedicate his time to helping find Sóli. They needed her back soon or Saul would just get worse and worse and the pack did not need that. Though now that Saul had arrived they could proceed with the blessing. He watched his timid mate address the pack and gave her a small, proud smile. Once her speech was over he shuffled a little closer and pressed against her, providing a solid presence for her if she needed it, though his gaze was now fixed on Miskunn.

He followed the blessing procedure and scooped the two larger puppies into his arms for their blessing by water. He held onto them long enough for Saul to place the pendants over their heads, lowering them back to the ground afterwards. Like his mate he reached for a cup and raised it, calling out the hail that she started. He beamed out at the pack, proud that his newest litter were now officially Vikings. His smile slipped a little when he saw the three less than happy faces at the back of the hall; the flowers, reunited. He felt their dislike for him like a physical blow, though he didn't want to sour the mood of the party by worrying about them right now. He would deal with Farina, Florina and Fiora a different time. Today was Russ, Fi and Nin's day and it was time to celebrate. He noticed Colibri drawing near to him and he looped his arm around her, pulling her to his side and holding her close.



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She watched the pack file in, smoky blue eyes taking in each member, a small smile playing about her lips. She was happy; her siblings were being accepted today and it felt good to have a party. She had noticed a funk over the pack recently, what with all the kidnappings and disappearances, so it was good to stick to traditions and routines, it helped with morale. Her eyes flicked up to her father and step-mother and her smile widened, they looked so happy together, and the pups were suitably adorable too, it brought back memories of when her and Loch had stood before the pack; they had been much older than Colibri and Niernan's litter, their mothers absence and their fathers mental health had meant that their Ausa Vatni had taken place later, they had both been shifted before they received their pendants and blessings. Though that was ok, they were Vikings and part of a loving family, that was all that mattered.

She giggled as Lochlan practically barreled into her, wrapping her in a strong hug. She hugged back, her tail wagging furiously as Spook disembarked from her now crowded shoulder to join the other cats and the otter on the floor. "Frogbreath?" She jostled him playfully, ever the rough and tumble tomboy, "Not my fault, you're the one that moved out, Fishface." She grinned as she spoke, her tone light and playful. She understood why Loch had moved out and she accepted it; they couldn't stay in Niernan's house forever, they were getting bigger and the house more and more cramped. Besides, who wanted to live with their parents forever? The hug ended and they stood beside each other with easy familiarity, watching the ceremony unfold, the old memories coming back stronger and stronger as Aunt Miskunn said the Norse words. She grinned as each of her siblings was blessed, waves of happiness crashing over her. She raised her mug and chimed in with Lochlan and the rest of the pack "Hail!" She was mildly surprised to hear a chorus of voices from her feet repeating the word, she looked down at the cats and the otter, winking at Ciaran and strangely proud of Kari and Skipper, who were still both new to the canine High Speech.

Her smile slipped a little as she saw Loch's ears flash back, a frown of confusion furrowed her brow and she looked to where he was looking, seeing Carya. That confused her even more, why was Loch pinning his ears back at a glance from his housemate, who she also assumed was his girlfriend? Glancing back at Loch she saw his eyes move to someone else, confused frown still adorning her features she followed his gaze again and found a new face. This was someone she had not met yet, but she was a pretty little thing, a very pretty little thing. If Teagan had had her sexuality in order she might have thought some more about how pretty the stranger was, but she didn't. She just turned back to Lochlan, raised an eyebrow and said, "Hmmm. Care to tell me what's going on, oh brother mine? Trouble in Paradise?"



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When Colibri’s call came it was perhaps one of the most unwelcome sounds the caramel pelted male had heard in a while. Bran lay by his fire, the thick, pelts and rugs warm, his head was pounding today, and he wished it was from alcohol, but there were good days and bad days. He counted to twenty before getting up, and although his stomach churned a little he was steady as ever. He found a bottle of beer, slurped some and swirled the beer in his mouth before spitting into the fire. Alcohol on his breath would help stop questions, a hangover from too much partying.

The cold had hit him someone kicking in his sensitive parts, and if it hadn’t been for his arctic pelt, he’s probably have scooted back inside. When he came to the source of the sound, he found that most of his family had already gathered there, and while he was more than happy to be centre of the party, today he kept to one side and did little more than watch.
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Slowly, very slowly, the decently sized cabin was coming along. There was now a thin slab of wood connected to the once empty door frame, and two thick deer pelts hanging over what was supposed to be a window. Near the window were a few pegs built into the wooden wall, two dirty gray dresses hanging from them. The extent of her personal belongings ended there. A few things had been given to her by the Vikings, but she still needed to go back to Amherst to find the rest of her stuff.

Lanya was curled up and napping contentedly on the floor in her four legged form when she heard the call. The demanding sound made her head jerk up hard and she immediately jumped up and bumped her nose against the door, shoving it open. Goat stood in the front 'yard' and bleated at his friend softly as she trotted by. He had no interest in attending Luperci affairs, so he simply stayed and nibbled on the grass poking out from the slowly warming ground.

The Village hall wasn't so hard to find, despite her having never been there. With the sounds and scents of all her other pack mates going in the same direction, she showed up in less than fifteen minutes. Walking into a hall filled with those that she had little to no knowledge of or acquaintance with, was quite frightening. Lanya crouched slightly and darted to a corner of the room, backing herself up against the wall and sitting silently.
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Taro felt a rushed surge of embarrassment as he hurried along on his way. He had been out and about and completely lost track of time. The orange male could hardly believe that he had forgotten his own brother's ceremony. Granted, there were other youths that were a part of it but that made it even worse that he was running late. A prickle of annoyance shot through him, causing the fur on the back of his neck to prickle. How silly of him to forget.


Taro loved Dagr enormously, the odd little pup was someone for him to protect specifically. Luckily, his absence probably wouldn't be felt in all the chaos, perhaps by their mother, though even she was probably busy with keeping everything going smoothly. As he returned to Jordheim, he brought his pace up to a lanky job and dropped low despite being in his optime form. It was easier to get some speed that way. It was soon, he had arrived at the event, winded but tried to blend in with the crowd that was quickly forming.


The youth was glad he'd made it in time and luckily he was not the only one to arrive behind everyone else. Taro knew more faces than he didn't and he spotted a face he hadn't seen for awhile. "Hey Lanya," he panted, coming up next to her. He let out his little 'hail' with the nest of the group. The short furred dog was off by her self, "It's nice to see you again." He grinned but then parted with her to move a bit closer to the front. It was his brother's ceremony anyway.


Though, looking around, he noticed that Chloe was absent from the hall as well. He chuckled to himself, wondering where and Lila were and hoped they'd get there soon. And they'd better hurry or they'd miss the entire thing. Taro settled down though to watch and mostly be proud of his little brother.


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So don't you worry your pretty little mind . . .


When Saul arrived, a choking sensation seized the Vald’s throat. She squeezed Ascher’s hand a little harder to borrow some of her own strength this time, mustering an affectionate smile in return for her Virding and friend who was just as much a part of her family now as he considered her a part of his. First Runi and now his beloved Solieri, she had wished there was more she could do for him--to offer in her services--but with the surprise of Aedan’s son, she hadn’t been able to join in on the search parties sent for his daughter, stuck to patrolling their own grounds and staying within the territory. However, seeing Saul now, so distraught and tired, she knew that more needed to be done. She could spare a few hours outside of Vinatta to look for their viking yellow flower, her family was capable enough to watch over Dagr while she was gone. The more time that passed by meant Solieri was only getting further and further away from them.


Colibri’s voice cut into the sorrow that could’ve easily consumed Drin’s thoughts for the rest of the day. Saul wouldn’t want any of his family or friends to be suffering when the Ausni Vatni was meant to bring some merriment into their home. She kissed the top of Dagr’s head once more and extracted his struggling form from the sling, knowing that tomorrow she’d put forth every effort she could in retrieving their missing viking. The mother gently tutted his antics, pressing her snout to his until he calmed and relaxed his body into her cradled arms, blue eyes staring doe-eyed at everyone gathered around.


Her eyes drifted to Miskunn after the Sannindi’s greeting, heart preparing for the ceremony she’d come to love and not just because her own child would be participating this time, their Aeska were the future of Vinatta and this go around she was able to recognize the children of her dearest friends. The Godja began anointing the offered children and Dagr began to stiffen in her arms in anticipation, but she hummed beneath her breath, a lullaby meant to comfort as the droplets speckled his head. His face screwed up in protest, but she soothed him with the brush of her lips, cheering Hail! when at last the ceremony had come to an end. Not so bad little one, she whispered to her son, wiping the moisture into his fur before adjusting him so he could look around. “Un,” he repeated as if in agreement, a puppy grin soon making its way to his face.




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. . . people throw rocks at things that shine

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He went with his sister and mother, and the rest of his family. There was an easy going smile on the youth's face as he watched the young pups be blessed the same way that he had been at the same age. He had remembered the moment quite fondly, since their father had turned out to see both of them getting their Frithr necklaces. His hand went up to his own, fondling the smooth wooden shape as he eyed both the pups and his uncle Saul.


It was clear that Saul was tired and the youth was happy to see that his uncle had made it out here to see this. Still, Alessan smiled at the herd of pups at the front of the rest of the pack. It was mostly family here and the youth could name pretty much every single person there. He grinned at them all from beside his mother, who looked just as happy as he felt. He cried out the hail with the rest of them, clapping and then allowing himself to be dispersed to the food.


He took a bite here and there, but went to find his family instead. His sister and mother's laughter brought him to them, and the youth saw that his mother was dancing with Jerome. Eyeing them, the youth moved toward his mother, eager to take Jerome's spot. After all, if Dad was not there to dance, maybe the son would do instead.


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Chloé had almost been late to the ceremony — almost, but she had managed to make it just in time to listen to the ceremony, with Lila in tow, hoping that the collie wouldn't do anything stupid while Colibri and Miskuun were talking. Fortunately, the dog made it through the entire ceremony, sitting quietly by Chloé's feet, which was a first. "Hail!" she said loudly with the rest of the pack, although Lila's hail was much louder that Chloé's.

As soon as the ceremony had finished up and people started mulling about, dancing and things like that, the wolf started weaving through the small crowd of pack-members. She'd seen a glimmer of orange fur from her position at the back of the ground and was now heading towards in, trying not to bump shoulders with anyone. "Taroo," Chloé said as soon as she spotted the boy nearby, holding out his name a bit. As soon as she was close enough to him, she bumped her shoulder against his and grinned, glancing over at Lánya and giving her a grin. "Hi," she said, a fairly simple greeting mostly because she hadn't met her before and she kind of looked scared of all the people.

"I... think that I lost Lila, somewhere, when I was coming over here," the girl stated, looking around and glancing down at her feet. She'd lost track of the pup, and really hoped she hadn't managed to get out of the meeting place and run off to who knows where.

... *sneaks reply in* shhhhh +255 words


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