Flowers for the lady

Orin Takekuro · 12-11-2011, 06:04 PM

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Derp... just kick me if I keep calling Lorenzo Liam. 400+.

Preparations for winter were being made, but many of the tasks she had to do were already done. Old blankets had been dug out of the store rooms and washed, the warmest and best going to the pack and the second-best going to the stables. The season had already grown dreadfully cold and was only bound to get worse, and the animals that had served the pack so faithfully during the spring, summer, and fall deserved the warmest winter she could provide. She was still learning, but the horses seemed to be very receptive to blankets draped across their backs, never trying to shake them. Even Soraya the Cow seemed to have an appreciative glint in her black eyes when she tried the same thing with her. Their stables were relatively new, having been built in part by herself, Sky Rhiannon-Katruk, and Shawchert, so at least the structure was formidable and she didn't have to worry about the barn's integrity.

The winter brought with it its own set of challenges for Luperci kind. Whilst it was typically easier for packs to find food, it was harder for loners to survive, and so it was more likely during this season for wandering stomachs to cross into their lands. The cold also kept pack members inside more often, and so some duties would fall by the wayside. If they were to prosper for their second winter, Cerctori d'Arte needed to step up its patrol. And so it was that Orin was doing her part when Lorenzo came calling upon Juliet.

The encounter started off routine and nonthreatening enough. Instead of breaching the pack's borders and lurking about he stopped well outside of their boundaries and called for an escort. Unless some strange stratagem was in effect that would be the last thing an infiltrator would do.

Orin answered the call. A moment after he howled, she returned it, letting Lorenzo and her pack mates know that someone was looking after this one. Her pack would be on edge right now after what Liam had done, and if she had not assured them a hoard of protective wolves might have swooped down on Lorenzo.

She followed the path his voice had mapped, eager to find out who was here and what they wanted. She was just as edgy as her pack right now, the events that had unfolded a few nights ago leaving her shaken and drowned in memories of the past, but at least now she could do something to support her pack instead of just running like a coward.

“Who calls upon Cercatori d'Arte this day?” her strangely formal voice rang out as she approached her borders, the sight of the dusty brown Luperci now before her. She was wrapped tightly within her rose cloak, even though it was rare that the cold could bother the wolfess anyway. She was made for the Tundra; this snow was nothing.

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