Any wolf from any pack, but please be aware that if you're not a member of CD or someone that Soran already knows that she's jumpy and armed... But she's a pussycat really, so if you're nice to her she'll soon calm down. (Unless you're an Aniwayan on another raid, in which case she might bite, scratch, claw etc. XD) It was late at night, midnight had come and gone, though the first glimmering lights of dawn had not yet begun to shine in the sky. The moon hung fat and full in the night sky, providing enough light to see by, at least for those with keen night vision, here and there clouds wafted lazily across the sky, being caught by the breezes that blew higher up in the atmosphere. It was a little gusty on the ground as well, the usual light zephyrs were stronger than usual, forcing the tree branches to wave irratically, disturbing the birds that slept there, every now and again an annoyed chirrup could be heard over the soft whistling of the wind. Other than this the lands were still and quiet, the terror of the incident only a few nights past not seeming to have affected the tranquility of the place at all, although it had obviously affected the wolves that lived here, creating a nervous tension and a distrust of strangers. It had affected Soran in bringing her insomnia back to the surface, since she arrived here she had found herself able to sleep once again, but now she found herself laying awake, staring out of the terraced doors of her room, night after night she had tried to sleep and night after night the blissful release of slumber had eluded her. So the tall female had risen from her bed this night, taking only the sharp hunting blade with her, attatching it to her thigh with the straps on the leather holster for it; she had paced about the house first, checking the corridors, making sure that everyone was safe while they slept. She had climbed stairs and closed windows and doors, making sure the manor was as secure as she could make it. Finally when she found that this still did not tire her out, the notion that her family and pack slept safe not bringing any comfort, she ventured out of the house. The jet female took long strides, making sure to shut the front door securely behind her as she left, wanting to make sure her pack were safe. Luckily for the partician she had always been able to function on very little amounts of sleep, so she had her wits and wiles about her as she made her way into the packlands. Raising her head for the merest moment she gazed at the stars, wondering how they could be so peaceful when they could see the turmoil below them, the troubles being faced, this was of course fanciful and the sable lady knew this, the stars were nothing more than burning balls of gas, millions of miles away; sometimes knowledge could be a curse, it would have been comforting to think of the stars as sentient beings, watching over the lands with a careful eye.
The female began patrolling the lands, making her way to the border quickly and then beginning to follow it, sniffing the air cautiously as she went, not wanting to be caught by surprise. She scanned every inch of the lands with jade eyes as she walked, her velvety ears constantly moving around, searching for other sounds amongst the whistling of the wind. She took long strides as she walked, reaching down she unclipped the safety catch that held the knife in place, meaning that she could pull it from the holster quickly. She then began to braid her hair as she walked, pulling it into a long plait to prevent it from getting in the way should there be any need for the sable lady to fight; she secured this with a strand of leather that she had had tied around her wrist. Soran was now a pacifistic creature by nature, in her youth she had been more keen on fighting, but now she was a gentle soul; but this was not something that was entirely gone from her, when someone put her family under threat, her loved ones and her pack, she could still fight, she could still be vicious, she would defend the pack with her life if she needed to, she had too much here to lose it all now. No, she would defend this pack to the end. As this thought came to her she found that she had reached the river, the area where the attack on the lands had begun. She stood there for a moment, staring into the dark water, her eyes narrowed and she sank to her knees, Anu had raised her grandchildren when their own parents had proven unworthy, she had protected them, Soran owed her a huge debt and she had not even managed to protect her from the wolves who had invaded their lands. If the female could cry she would have been by now, staring into the water, raking up the earth either side of her as she knelt there, long nails dragging across the ground as she did so. The dark female could not help but feel guilty.
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