And so it begins...wc 429
Davyn sat near his den at Mirror Lakes, staring out into nothingness. For days now, he had been finishing up the touches on his den, carving out a place for his bed, making vents in the ceiling for fire-smoke, and gathering as much wood as he could. His desk stood, ready for use, next to his bed, the toolbox settled carefully underneath the desk, in case Davyn should find anymore use for it. He was sure he would, in time. For now, it housed the parchment he was reserving for art, his charcoal, and the journal that held his writings and notes on the Valley.
For the time being, Davyn knew that he would soon have to stand and do something; otherwise his feet would fall asleep. In his Secui form, his limbs groaning, he stood, letting out a groan himself. The tattoo on his side stretched painfully, protesting the cold air with a violence that would have surprised him, if Davyn hadn't already turned his focus to something else.
Hovering over the lakes was a bird of prey, watching the stony waters below for any sign of movement. Movement meant food, and food meant a full belly. But it was the predatory grace of the bird that struck Davyn the most. He knew that he would not have enough time to run back to the den and get his journal to sketch out the bird, so he simply stood completely still, content to watch the bird in its quest for food.
He thought of the wolves he had already met in Phoenix Valley, and thought of the friendships that were fast developing. He wanted to earn the co-rank of Estorie, but did not know yet how to accomplish said goal. And so he stood, staring blankly at the spot where the bird had been (long gone in search of a more suitable place to hunt), pondering the wonders of life. Geneva had already told him some of the history of Phoenix Valley, but Davyn knew there were other wolves within the pack that could contribute to his wool-gathering.
He knew, dimly, that in his collecting information of Phoenix Valley, that he would be helping out. Every pack in Ireland had kept a detailed history of how the pack had been formed, matings, past leaders, wars, births, and deaths, along with any other relevant information that pertained to the pack. If he could talk to the rest of the members of the pack, he would be able to piece together the information and present an organized bundle to Jefferson.
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