Autumn had fully taken its grip upon the lands, all over the trees were mostly skeletal, they had been stripped of their dying leaves by the harsh winds that had been blowing across the pack lands of late. All over the lands they were scattered on the grass, their bright colours providing a stark contrast to the soft greens of the grasses, the vibrant hues were almost pretty, they could have almost replaced the flowers which had all died off ready for the winter months ahead. Already there was a chill in the lands, the sun was hanging lazily in the sky, the slow moving orb trailing its way towards its pinnacle, it was not there yet, the sun seemed content to rest where it was for the moment in the late afternoon sky. The weak rays that shone through the gaps in the clouds did not seem to be enough to warm the lands today though, the large grey clouds seemed to have a hold on the sky, just as the icy wind had a hold on the pack lands this morning. The wind was whistling as it buffeted against the now almost completely empty tree branches and it caused several of the windows on the manor to bang, it seemed that someone hqad not closed them all completely. The manor itself creaked in the low sunlight, the aging wood seeming to almost be complaining that yet another winter was rolling around, that soon enough the lands would be covered in snow once more. Here and there small animals darted about, stripping the low bushes of the few remaining berries they had on them, sneaking them away for storage no doubt, the winter would be hard for all of the creatures that resided within the lands and now each one was making provisions fort he coldest months. The sable female herself had been up since dawn doing just that, she had already been hunting in the pre-dawn light, catching two fat rabbits and unfortunately missing many, many more; her arm was still injured, although the wound had healed it was still sore and weak so the Tribune could not shift into her Lupus form to catch food; instead she was relying on her hunting knife, she was getting to be quite a proficient hunter with it, but she knew that she was far from her usual huntress level which she could only achieve in her Lupus form.
Not to be seen as useless though the sable female had still risen early from her bed, well she had risen from Deuce's bed, extracting herself from around her pale mate, kissing her tenderly and whispering sweet nothings as she departed. She was so in love with the female with the bi-coloured eyes that even she could scarcely believe it. She had made short work of catching two rabbits and was now in the process of stripping the meat from them, she had perched herself on a low rock that was not too far from the manor; she had already skinned the rabbits, placing the furs to one side for future use; the work was slow going, her left arm being in a sling meant that she was having to hold the carcasses between her knees as she worked on them with the hunting knife, eventually though she would be able to carry out her plan. Already at her feet a small fire was burning, two long metal skewers that she had found in the Manor rested nearby, she was planning on smoking and drying the meat for use over the winter, she herself had taken a liking to dried rabbit meat and knew that it could be a good source of food when times were difficult. The darfk female was quite content in her work, pleased that everything was going to plan, albeit slowly; earlier in the day she had seen her daughters and had sent the pair out on a hunting mission, not wanting to waste a fire on only two carcasses, the girls had promised to return with more for the dark female to skin, but she had yet to see them return. With a soft sigh the ebony Tribune paused in her work, reaching up with her good hand to brush a strand of mane that had escaped from her braid out of her eyes. Green eyes scanned the lands as she sat there, surveying everything around her, seeing the tranquility of the place gave the dark female hope, it had not been very long since there had been vicious fighting across these lands. Soran could not deny that she was delighted that the war was over, the relief was overwhelming at times, knowing that her loved ones, her pack mates, her family were safe once more. Thinking of the war brought the inevitable pangs of guilt to Soran's heart, she had not been able to save Anu from being captured, the dark female was unsure that she would ever be able to forgive herself for that. With a sigh she made a mental note to tap on the Praetor's foor later in the day, to speak top her, after all she had not seen the masked wolf properly since Soran herself had returned to the lands, she needed to see her and make sure she was well. Unfortunately the dark mother could not leave her work at this moment in time, she was far too busy to be able to go and see the second in command just yet, no matter how she longed to.
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