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Dead, gone, frozen. This was horrible, terrible actually!! Everything was RUINED!! The roses, the daisy's, rosemary, sage, it was all gone!! Everything, every last bit. At least, until the spring that is. Then Fell would have to start all over from scratch and try to get everything to tip top shape. Gardaning, it was a hobby sure, but it was also a stress relief for the young small female. Her attention, focused on something that needed her more so then her own life. Nothing could describe the satisfaction that she felt when a flower bud bloomed.

So, with a heavy sigh. The dark furred female turned her back to her beloved garden. It was frozen solid, no use in tiling the soil now. Plus she collected the good seeds before the freeze came and hit the valley. She just hoped that they survived the cold in her den. 

Bright blue eyes looked up as the dark furred female turned from her beloved garden. A small scowl appearing on her lips as some idiot decided to stumble upon her special garden. It took every fiber in Fell's body to not tell them to fuck off, but she didn't know if they were a higher rank then she was. Plus, she was freaking tiny compared to them. An so with a heavy sigh, Fell bit her tongue to not swear at this wolf. Instead, through strained lips she spoke to them. "What?" Short, sweet and to the point. Her tone, a little more on the hostile side then she would of liked, but the sun was still up and that aspect alone annoyed her.

Her right eye twitched with annoyance as she waited for an answer from this giant that dared to stumble upon her home. "I don't have all day here." She'd mumble as she felt her bad mood taking over things.

He had already seen his mother. She was the first wolf he had stopped in to visit after returning from the war. She was the first person he made smile since he had come back, and also the first one he had brought to tears. He had watched with hardened green eyes and an angrily clenched jaw as she broke down from the news. The same news that had almost broken him too. The same news that had almost kept him from coming back to the valley, from coming back and seeing this. He hadn't wanted to be the one to do this. But he did it anyways, because he had to. He put on his newly-acquired, thickened skin, he made his way to the den he had been raised, and he broke his mother's heart. As she sunk to the ground sobbing, he made no move to comfort her. There had been no one out there to comfort him when he found out. He left her to her anguish without saying anything else, her devastated cries echoing in his ears with every step he put between them.

Noah. Andruil. His brothers were dead.

And now Alistair had to tell his father too.

He made his way to the lake's edge, a place that seemed to mean something to everyone in his family. It was where his parents had fallen in love, it was where his father came to sing, and it was where his mother came to pray. It was where he would tell the most important man in his life that his other two sons were dead. They had gone out filled with life and belief that their holy Rosas would lead them to victory, and only he had come back. The young man sat down close enough for the cool water to lap at his paws, and he almost couldn't recognize the young man staring back at him. He had always been a bit of a grump, Sphinx used to always tell him to relax, enjoy life... but now he was something else. The anger was everywhere, in the set of his jaws and shoulders, in the harshness of his handsome green eyes. When he looked in the water, he could almost see the burning swirling inside him.

He hadn't expected his mother to act like that. He had expected the holy "They died for their Rosas. There is no nobler way" and for her to be proud and for her to grieve with dignity. He had expected to be angry at her for doing all of those things... but she did none of them, and that made him angrier. Sphinx had changed. Something had shaken her faith, even before the news of her sons' deaths. 

"I'm back," Alistair started quietly as he heard his dad approach. It was the same, his father's scent and pacing of his stride. The boy used to listen for it every day when his father would come back to the den. That was all over now. He'd get his own den, throw himself into work. It was all over now. When he spoke again, his voice was hard with anger, deep with age. "And I have something to tell you. After that, you should go see mom. I..." Hurt her feelings? Left her alone in pain? The golden boy trailed off briefly, swatting at the water,"She's not doing so well right now."

The golden boy had grown to look quite like his father. Strong jaw, toned muscles, broad shoulders. The only differences were the colors of their fur, and the rage twisting young Ali's features.

Loud slushing sounded through the area as a young female walked through a stream. Usually the sound would be quieted down, but since it's winter the water was freezing. Creating slush and ice to form on the top of it. The sight of it was beautiful, but the masked female could really care less about it's beauty right now. Instead, all she wanted was some fresh water to drink up.

Sen, lowered her head and started to lap up the ice cold water. Gasping as she only gave herself a few seconds between each multiple laps. She acted like she hadn't had anything to drink in a while and, in a sense, she hasn't. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the female gasped loudly as she finished and allowed herself to breath easily as she looked around. She wasn't locked in a cave anymore. Oh no, this space was void of that salty smell. No more fishy smell. "Where am I?" She wondered to herself as she looked around, confused. She didn't know where she was, but what she did know was that she had escaped. Pirates? Wolves? Those stupid wolves thought they could hold a mychevious husky? Ha! As soon as they looked away she was able to escape! No one out smarts a husk!

As the cold water started to nip at her paws, Sen slowly moved towards the shore once more. Her breathing had calmed and she was able to actually focus on not making any noise as she moved along. "I'm safe." She mumbled quietly to herself as she shook off the water from her legs and belly.

He had hidden using the flesh of his mother.

The young timber had finally licked the last of blackened, dried blood off his pristine coat. During his schooling, he had been taught that approaching any packlands caked in anything from mud to the blood of your deceased mother was bad manners and could be seen as a mark of great disrespect. Once he was sure that he was clean and presentable, Claret continued on his way. Headed in the direction of a certain forest maze. 

It had been hard going, losing those fringe dires. However, Claret was lithe and nimble while his pursuers were too bulky to keep up with him. It also seemed they were... civilised to the point where chasing and hunting down a wolf who was barely out of childhood was beneath them. Either that or it was simply too much effort. Judging by their thick coats, Claret theorised that they had come from the North or an otherwise cold climate, rendering them unused to the blazing heat of the desert where his family had constructed their neat little hamlet. It had been much too small to really call it a 'kingdom' or even a 'pack' but small was how the council had liked it, it ultimately meant less things could go wrong. If it were not for those fringe dires, those serfs would never have broken free at all. 

Well, what's done was done. You cannot linger in the past. Claret expressed neither remorse or sorrow for his deceased parents. He had been taught throughout his entire puphood that his father would not be around forever, and that he would ultimately have to step up and take his place if that ever happened. Except there had been complications. The loss of both parents meant a loss of identity. He now had no individuals to lean on or aspire to be as he grew older. He was old enough to hunt, to think for himself but was he old enough to ultimately be alone and depend entirely on himself? Not at all. He had only gained his council name a few days before the attack and had never made any major decisions for himself.

Now, he had to choose a pack. A new home. No pressure or anything. 

It was then he saw the forest, which very much resembled a maze with its endless trees and indecipherable paths. Claret swallowed, red eyes narrowing as he tried to make out anything through the trees. No such luck. In the end, he simply sat a good distance away from the maze and pondered over his predicament. Getting his bearings was out of the question because he had no idea what part of the desert he had ran to. He was a completely different hemisphere now. A whole new ball game.