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POSTED: Sat Apr 28, 2018 8:52 am

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April was proving to be a bumper month for the pack. The Vale had already welcome it's first whelp thanks to Cecily, and through Saga's own recruitment they'd seen both her brother's become members. Linden had brought his sons too, and already, within the past few days, the two toned woman had heard of no less than three newcomers. Naturally, this boded well for her, seeing as the co-rank, one of them at least, she coveted was one that dealt with helping newcomers settle in and find they feet in the Vale.

She pondered this as she pulled herself back up onto the bank of the lake, settling herself in the flattened grass and wringing her thick locks dry of water. It was a laborious task, but it was one she'd accepted without complaint, she quite enjoyed the natural styling and was incredibly reluctant to cut it. Idly, she remembered her father's stories of warriors who refused to cut their hair, and then she scoffed. What rubbish.

It was nearing midday when she left the lake, having taken time to dry off. The past few days had been uncommonly warm, possibly the warmest weather the woman had ever consciously experienced. Within two moons she would reach status as a yearling, though truth be told she felt a lot older already. Steadily, in the midday sun, she mad her way to the Old Brassard Church, and once there she rapped gently on the door.

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POSTED: Mon Apr 30, 2018 4:42 pm

It had been a quiet few days of adjustment for the Inuk woman.

This was her first time joining a pack other than the one she had grown up in, and that had been entirely family. Now there were all kinds of canines she had to meet and get to know, to build trust in and prove herself to. When Calia accepted her, she had been elated but now that the excitement of not being alone anymore had worn off, she was filled with anxiety over whether she was good enough to be here and what she actually had to offer. Even now she was in the Old Brassard Church where she’d set up camp at the Nightstag’s urging, in lieu of finding herself one of the homes in Winterwynd. It did not matter all that much –as nice as a home would be it wasn’t something she’d experienced ever before so she didn’t entirely miss having one.

Her mind was spinning with an attempted plan at how to prove herself and provide to the Vale. She had told Calia that she was a skilled fighter and hunter, and those things were true, as well as her carving. Throat singing was a gift but she was not sure how it would be received this far south. Everything seemed so foreign to Yuka, even the stone building she resided in now with all its closed walls. At the very least it was away from the trees, and that gave her some comfort, not to mention there were a few others who’d joined the Vale shortly after she had who were also staying there – but her shyness kept her from reaching out too much.

Her pacing was interrupted when there was a knock on the church door and, considering she was the only Crowstooth in the church at that moment, Yuka turned and strode across the open room to answer the call. When she swung the door open, a beautiful, multicoloured and speckled wolf stood before her with green eyes as lively as her own amber ones. She was striking, beautiful, and unlike anything, Yuka had ever seen – but then she caught herself staring. The Inuk cleared her throat, and put on a smile.

“Hello – are you looking for someone?”


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POSTED: Thu May 03, 2018 9:23 am

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Why Saga was surprised to see another white wolf appear from behind the closed door of the Old Brassard Church was a mystery. It seemed the Vale was a magnet for them, and Gods help them with Baelish around. The surprise didn't show on her split face, which remained almost stoic as she greeted the amber-eyed newcomer. 'Yes, actually. I was looking for you' she replied, then stated, 'You're new'. A mismatched hand swept a lock of wild, dark hair out of her eyeline, 'Saga' she introduced herself plainly, offering a half smile up to the snowy pelted woman in front of her. 'I'm the Pack Aide', the dappled woman showed the tiniest hint of pride in her voice as she flashed her new achievement, 'So I've come to see if you needed anything'.

Almond eyes traced the church, from the dark walls to the high ceiling, before her gaze fell back on the newcomer. 'I imagine you'll want to find somewhere else to stay soon'. While the church was warm and more welcome than digging a hole in the ground somewhere, it wasn't a personal space. It could not be decorated, and it's occupants were subject to intrusion at any time. A hole was much better. 'I can help you find somewhere', she offered, tilting her head and waiting for a response.

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POSTED: Mon May 14, 2018 5:11 pm

She wondered if it was that obvious that she was new – but then, shouldn’t it be? If the pack didn’t know a newcomer had joined them it wouldn’t be a good sign of the ability of the leaders to communicate. She hadn’t heard of pack aides before but when Saga explained, Yuka’s posture relaxed and a smile came across her face. Well, that was both appreciated and sweet, considering she wanted to find and create a nice place of her own and had no idea where to start, among some other things.

“Oh! Well, that’s nice of you,” she said, her tail swishing once or twice the way she’d seen another Luperci do in her travels. “I’m Yuka, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Saga. I’m not sure…where to start, I guess, so it’s a good thing you’re here.”

“A place of my own would be nice. Calia mentioned there were some free places in Winterwynd, I just didn’t want to accidentally trespass on someone else’s home,” she joked, giving an easy smile. Still, she couldn’t shake how beautiful Saga was with all of her different colours, and she forced her amber eyes to remain locked with the D’Angelo’s, not wanting to seem rude.

“Lead the way then – I’ve…never house shopped before.”


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POSTED: Tue May 15, 2018 10:37 am

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Saga made it her business to know the comings and goings of the Vale, especially the influx of new bodies. Since settling them in was one of the primary tasks she charged herself with, she always kept an ear to the ground and a nose to the air. With the daily patrols around the border she tasked herself with, the information was easy to come by, and she didn't have to rely on the information filtering down from Felix and Calia. And now Baelish had become part and parcel of life within Mistfell Vale, she had another set of ears and eyes to rely on.

The mottled girl nodded vaguely in response, reaching up to rustle her hair, causing the wetter parts to lie across the drier parts, a lazy attempt to let the weak spring sun dry them further. The white woman introduced herself as Yuka and the mottled woman notice her accent, though it was less broad than her own. The Inuit admitted her uncertainty, which the Silvenpath brushed off with a roll of her shoulders. She was a newcomer and Saga had no expectations of her really.

The dappled girl nodded in agreement, 'It's much nicer having someplace of your own, pack life can get busy sometimes'. Saga valued her independence highly and having a place to sequester herself when she wanted alone time was crucial to her. She wasn't an overly social being, she actually often prefer her own company to that of others, but since she'd grown out of her previous living space, she'd made the compromise to find a place where she could have both solitude and company.

As Yuka gave her the go-ahead to lead the way to the house, Saga made her way to the door and opened it, exiting to the outside world. The Old Brassard Church stood well located in Winterwynd, so it was only a short stroll for the pair until they came across a street Saga knew was bounteous. 'Here,' she said with an air of arrival, 'Most of these are stable enough'.

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POSTED: Tue May 15, 2018 12:01 pm

Yuka nodded in agreement when the Silvenpath said it was good to have a place of your own. Even though she’d grown up in a pack surrounded by family they had such a big territory that it was relatively easy to get that much-needed alone time. This place was different, though, and she appreciated that a home would become her sanctuary when she just wanted some time away from the hustle and bustle of pack life. “Well, I appreciate your help,” she said, as they got started on the way out.

She walked with Saga down the street in the centre of town, and sooner than Yuka expected, came to a stop. Her amber eyes lifted to look down the street that Saga gestured to, taking in the different states of the houses, their colours and attributes. They all seemed so…crammed in together, with little to no space between one house and the next. “What should one look for in terms of…stability? My kind never stayed in homes like these,” she mused, walking down ahead of Saga and brushing her fingers over the wall of one particular home.

Her indecision would take them further down the street, with Yuka pausing every now and then to consider a home and then disregard it on account of its proximity to the others. It wasn’t until they got further down, closer to the bank of the river, that the houses started to spread out a little with lawns on each patch of land and a little more breathing room.

“These are…a lot more my style,” she said, noticing three different houses – two that were still relatively close to each other and then one corner lot, which looked like it was off on its own while still being in Winterwynd and close to all of the action, while not being directly in the middle of it. “Do you see any issues with any of these three?” Her head turned to look over at Saga, then, awaiting her opinion. All three of the houses were made of stone, and relatively stable, though the one to the right of them, one in the pair of closer houses, had its roof caving in.

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POSTED: Tue May 15, 2018 3:14 pm

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The woman's maw pulled up into a quick smile, 'It's no problem'. Settling people in was an easy enough task, the mostly did the work themselves. They made the housing choices, they did the bulk of the work that Saga aided them with. She hunted regularly anyway, which meant she often had enough to spare for those who were in need. She kept her schedule free too, so if necessary she could be contacted at all hours. Granted she spent most of her time awake, rising early and retiring late, so it was unlikely she'd ever have to be awoken in the middle of the night.

Bright eyes watched as Yuka weighed up her options and as the Inuit did so, Saga found her eyes roving over the selection too. The paler creature was quick to ask for Saga's opinion, however, admitting that she was unversed in this way of living. While Saga had practically lived in humanised accomodation all her life, she still quite prefered living as a more base creature. However, with humanisation came a certain aura of importance and wealth, and Saga wouldn't let an oppertunity to appear more than she was pass her by.

The Inuit took the D'Angelo further down the street, her amber eyes surveying the street for her new home. Saga lingered slightly behind, watching her companion closely. She seemed to be edging further and further out, to the furthest edges of Winterwynd, where the buildings were much further spaced apart. Unfortunately, that made for slim pickings, years and years of untamed growth and decay had had an obvious effect on the least sheltered of the houses.

Yuka eventually asked for the woman's opionion, which Saga had anticipated (and glady gave). 'These look fine,' she agree simply, 'You should go inside and make sure everything's truly sound though'.

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