the world's more full of weeping
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Zalen had asked him to relay work to Soran, but sadly the task had taken him longer than he intended. His dusty paws had brought him almost full circle in the packlands before he realized that he had been trailing her scent markers. Rather embarrassed the male had spent a small amount of time sulking and hunting before he had started again. He knew the woman, he had seen her and her mate at the ceremony a half moon previous. Though he hadn't spoken too her, thought others he learned exactly who she was and in thus he had learned her scent. Now with his mind actually on the task at hand Thoirni set forward once more to find the woman and deliver the words of their soon to be alpha. It felt almost like heresy to do so on the lands they currently called their pack.. but he knew these lands were not for him, and from what Zalen had spoken of Soran felt the same.

He had been after her scent a while until it was so fresh he knew that the woman must be near. Instead of invading her privacy he sat back on his thick muscular haunches and tilted his head towards the sky. The song he let forth spoke of his need to speak with her and urgency. The last words of the song died away as he let his head slowly dip back down to earth. The grey and gold male now would play the game of waiting, for there was nothing more he could do.
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Sorry for the wait, new year was a little hectic XD

The sable female had been sat on the steps of the house, her long mane was blowing slightly in the cool breeze, it was loose today, the curls and waves allowed to flow freely about her shoulders, the dark female had decided to stay in her Optime form today; after all she had already made the decision to go to New Dawn, she would more than likely stay in her Lupus form there so she had decided to allow her taller form some days of freedom. That was not to say that she would always stay in her Lupus form in the new pack, but she knew that with the customs that had been discussed that it would be the preferred form of her pack mates and she did not like standing above others when interacting with them. So she was sat, twiddling her thumbs, staring out into the lands, she was saying her silent goodbyes in her head, she was looking forward to starting the new pack with her almost-son and his mate, she was looking forward to being able to help them form their new home, she was glad that Deuce was going to come with her; but still she would miss these lands dearly, they were her family after all, this place had been her home for so long. The truth was though that the bad memories were beginning to surface again, the lands were beginning to remind her of what she did not have, her eldest children, her son was not allowed to come here after all, the red boy had committed an atrocity and she could not forgive him, but still if he were to come here, to come for her help then she would not be allowed to take him in, the same could be said of her eldest daughter Naniko. They were the ones that needed her help and she could not help them here, her youngest daughters were thriving here, as was her granddaughter, they could take care of themselves and they knew that Soran would always be there for them without fail should they need her, she was not leaving the planet after all. So the time had come to move along, to change her pack and her life once again, the thrill of adventure was a strong lure for the female and this new plan gave her the old familiar feeling.

A loud call cut through these thoughts, it was most definitely for her and it sounded urgent, the dark female stood and padded quickly to where the howl had come from. When she arrived she was greeted by a familiar face, she did not know this wolf well but she recognized him, having seen him at the pack meeting where Giselle and Silvano had officially become mates. A smile graced her lips as she looked at him, though she had to confess that she was a little confused, she had no idea what he might want with her after all, they had never spoken before, so what was so important that he had felt that he needed to call for her? For a moment she wondered if this was to do with her pack duties, as the Censor she had a lot of responsibility within the lands, perhaps this was going to be one of the final times that she would have to fulfill her role here. She smiled at the male as she looked him over, the curiosity building but changing to be something more like excitement, perhaps this would be some great and important news, perhaps someone had seen Conri? Or either set of her twins? That would indeed be delightful.
"Hello there, I am sorry I don't think that I know you very well. I am Soran, what was it you wanted from me?" The dark lady asked, smiling down at the male, feeling slightly awkward that she was in her Optime form and having to look down at him, she reached up and caught one of her long curls, twisting it between her fingers, something that she often did when she was deep in thought. She looked the male over, wondering why he had called her, a faint flicker of hope at the idea of her children perhaps coming back to these lands excited her. That would be more than convenient, she was leaving her younger girls with orders that if any family turned up here then they were to tell them that she had left for New Dawn, but if they had arrived here themselves then she would be able to tell them herself! That would be something that would be rather wonderful indeed. Although perhaps this news was something of a more serious nature; the idea that Thoirni knew Zalen and would be coming to tell her of New Dawn did not even cross the older woman's mind.

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