backdated to midday of 2nd, Jace be fat cause she pregnant hurr :3
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Jace was so happy as the went about her rounds and duties, she was currently patrolling the borders for any sign of posible joiners or traders seeking service. At last her brother had found himself a mate, and in Rendall too! The shewolf has very glad for the pair, hopefully Rendall would be able to recover from the trial that Lucifer put her through, the same as he had done to Jace and many other members of the Valley. She was glad that Jefferson had sliced off his head and thrown it into the ocean, at least now his horrific spirit could hurt no one ever again. Jace fervently hoped that the black man was burning in whatever version of hell it was he had gone to, it was only justice.
To top it off the mare had given birth this morning to a healthy filly and Jace made a mental note to let Adonia know so that they might plan breedings and crosses together in the future for the animals. Ichika needed more horses, they were a useful animal to have around. The birth had gone without a hitch and Jace hadn't even needed to intervene at all, once the mare was finished with labor both she and the stallion made it quite clear that her barely tolerated presence in their corral was no longer appreciated, so up and over the fence she got.
The two horses she kept were in no way tame, and were as wild as could be in most aspects, only an agreement with the stallion did the two stay in their fenced enclosure at all for both could easily leap over the fencing if they so wanted. The hybrid wandered, not so lost in her thoughts that she was unaware of her surroundings, she was ever vigilant of people approaching.
OOc: Sorry I’m so late Jace D:
Drizzt decided to expand his knowledge of Nova Scotia, and wandered to the northern wastes, deciding to explore past Anathema and Salosa. When he had last come through here months ago, the lands were desolate and abandoned, with little life to be found. He personally preferred the southern reaches, thanks to the great cover provided by the forests. And so the semi conscious Russian had expected to wander back to nothing but the wastes again. But his wandering came to an abrupt end as he nearly crossed into a pack’s territory, halting a few yards short. His eyes rapidly searched the trees and found nothing. He shifted his weight to one leg and placed his chin upon his right palm, while his left hand supported his right elbow. The male’s eyes closed for a moment as he contemplated summoning a pack member, running through the possible consequences.
With a grunt of affirmation, the man decided to discover what he could of this pack. If they were a friendly lot, he could do with making some friends here. So far, he only truly trusted Zalen, and was growing to trust Lucia by extension. Jaden was also gaining Drizzt’s trust, though they had not interacted much in recent months. He turned his head to the sky and howled, willing someone to come forward.
As the notes of his howl faded his eyes fell back to the trees, and he crossed his arms over his chest, relaxing his body as he waited.
no problem 
Her head twisted around and tan tipped ears pricked as a howl cut through the almost silent plains lands, coming from a stretch of border that was back the way she had just come. With a sigh of duty the femme turned and began the journey towards where the howl had come from. The added weight of her stomach slowed her down somewhat, the pull of it on her back was fierce and made her spine ache and she longed for the chance to lay down upon her bed, after she had seen to whomever was at the border she was going to go home for a nap.
The man that eventually came to view was kitted out in strange clothes and things wrapped around his arms. He was taller than her by a substantial amount and she was reminded of the man who had tried to attack her at Phoenix Valley's borders. Subconsciously her hands rested against her thighs over the sheaths that her ceremonial knives were kept in. She at least tried to look some kind of welcoming but the man's attire and his expression kept a smile from fully forming upon her maw. Her tail twitched edgily behind her,
"Can I help you?"
Drizzt was apprehensive as he waited, not sure what to expect. His howl was a formality that he did not often use. Approaching the pack lands in daylight at all was completely against his nature, preferring the darkness offered by the trees at night. His adept ears caught the sound of something approaching through the trees, and his hand deftly found its corresponding scimitar's hilt, though he forced it down as he caught sight of a tri-colored woman approaching through the trees. Instead, he placed the agitated hand on the strap of his pack and lowered the carrier item to his feet. The woman herself seemed to be unsettled by his appearance, and he watched her hands rested near knives on both her thighs. He almost reacted in a similar fashion before he took a second glance at he figure. 'Pregnant...' The Russian starred for a moment long, than reached up to his weapons once more.
His sword belt was dropped beside his backpack, both swords and his combat knife left in their sheaths. He took a couple steps away from it and bowed respectfully to the woman across from him. "My apologies if I have offended you, ma'm. When I was last through here there were not any packs occupying these lands..." He said in embarrassment, feeling like a fool for admitting his lack of attention. Drizzt stood with his hands at his sides, giving no signs of threats.
The man seemed to have no reaction to her words and the fur along her spine bristled even more, was he here to play games with her? If so then she would have a sharp few words for him, the she wolf had suffered a sudden enormous shift in mood that was normal for carrying mothers and she had not been n a very good mood to begin with. She found the further along she got the more easily irritated she was. She visibly flinched at the noise his belt made as it hit the floor and watched suspiciously as he moved away from them, what was he playing at?
She was taken aback as he suddenly bowed to her and apologized for being on Ichika No Ho-en's borders, but hadn't he called her? He could have just gone on his own way around instead of making her double back on herself. She shifted position, sliding her weight onto one leg with the hip thrown out and crossed her arms over her chest lightly. his obvious embarrassment went some of the way to placating her suddenly aggrovated feelings.
"Ichika No Ho-en has only been here about four months now. We practice the morals of peace and the joys of harmony."
Drizzt watched as the woman shifted her stance and crossed her, her demeanor showing him her annoyance. He wanted no trouble from this pack, as he had already made an enemy in Aniwaya, and he tried to be cautious about upsetting the woman. His hand clasped each other behind his back as she informed him of the new packs name, and morals. The Russian pondered over these words, as he had truly spoken to a wolf of their packs ideals. According to this woman, they were establishing a pack that would be centered around maintaining peace, which the assassin found to be nothing more than false hope. The southern pack, Crimson Dreams, had found that out the hard way.
He nodded his head, acknowledging the woman’s words. “Your pack sounds like it has an admirable set of morals it seems… Mt name is Drizzt, and I have no allegiance to any pack.” The man put a hand up to run his fingers through his hair, wishing more wolves would follow these morals. “Could you tell me more about this pack here? Ichika No Ho-en? And perhaps what happened to the two packs from the southern territories that have gone missing?”
Drizzt had noticed the absence of Dahlia de Mai, and of Phoenix Valley. Though he had not visited either packs, he had found their old pack lands, with weakened, nearly non-existent scent borders. His mind had entertained the thought that both packs had wiped each other out, but had seen no signs of such a large scale war. He waited patiently for the woman’s reply, and wondered whether or not she would even choose to respond to his questions.
apologies for taking a while
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She watched him hawkishly inclining her head slightly as he mentioned his name and that he bore no connection to any packs, not that Ichika was bothered about other packs coming to see what they were but still.. she was cautious at the very least. Weight shifted to her other leg and the pregnant femme stroked her stomach thoughtfully,
"Ichika is a place of peace where people can rest and grow well again, if they are suffering from any ill or even if they are just life weary. We celebrate the earth and beauty around us and many of our festivities revolve around giving thanks to the Great Mother who made everything. We are non discriminatory, after all your life is your own, all we ask is that members obey the rules and don't commit any serious crimes like attacking someone unprovoked and such things as those." As the female spoke her hands illustrated her words with movement trying to convey their meanings to him, it was a subconscious gesture that she used when explaining something,
"As for the two southern packs, you're looking at the result of their merging, Dahlia De Mai and Phoenix Valley live on inside of Ichika no Ho-en. Ichika may be a pack of peace and love but do not mistake that for weakness or that we are pushovers. The majority of us are warriors, fighters, whether we come from Dahlia with its blood stained past or from the Valley where loyalty was and still is paramount. If called to war we could react better than any other pack in Souls save from Inferni and that's only because they are more experienced in group combat than us. The femme clicked her tongue as she finished her explanation trying to think if she had missed anything important.
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