[All invited to join! IC Ilhui only "officially" invites Sanguines, Sapphires, & Riverines but waltz in go ahead) 

Adulthood treated Ilhuicatl well. She could do a lot of what she pleased, and one of the things that pleased her the most was prepping a breakfast with her family members. She loved seeing her siblings, and they'd often bring their pups along with them. She loved to catch up with them and indirectly boast the fine bounty of her wonderful garden. She adored their praises more than anything.

The war put an end to that. Ilhuicatl had lost a lot of her family, but she had mourned them, and Ilhuicatl longed to return to just that small bit of her old routine. Her family was in disrepair, but under the pretense of some banquet for a season of good weather and reuniting the community, Ilhuicatl had whipped up another one of her breakfasts. 

She was always good with plants but never hunting animals. She was lean as a maned wolf but still lacked the athleticism. Instead the blue wolf always prepped for this occasion by plucking a few quills from her prickly porcupine companion until she had enough to make a simple fish trap. It wasn't something she could do often but she had fresh fish ready--and the stern demand to her family members to bring extra meat of their own. 

Everything was laid out nicely. Perched on slabs of old ruins near her den and laid neatly with broad leaves under the choices. Along with the meat she had collected a number of herbs and the like from her personal garden. A section was made for just, complimentary herbs, then there was some food for the plant-eating companions, and then a mash of things colorful. The colorful mash was prepared like a topical medicinal cream but laid out in dollops, intended to be lapped up. They had no great nutritional value for the wolves but they were spicy and kicking with flavor and to Ilhuicatl, that was plenty enough. 

The area was decorated in flowers, and that included the host herself. She always liked wearing a wreath of colorful flowers and fresh leaves from her garden. She stood proudly at her display, reserved but eager for her guests to arrive. She had encouraged plenty to come--and then once literally dove into the bushes to avoid having to invite an Obsidian. She wanted the finest to arrive, and to adore the bounty of the Riverine family. Yet some part of her hoped those uninvited would come as well, to see what finery they were intended to be excluded from.

That, Ilhuicatl could smile about all day.

It sounds unusual to hibernate through summer but Rowan is anything but usual. 
The strange little otter like creature crawls out of a snug den under a conifer and oranges over to a nearby stream. He punches through the ice with a paw and laps up some chilling water before a fish practically swims into his jaws but unfortunately Rowan is startled by this and leaps back losing the opritune catch.
"Well then" the hellion says "what am i going to do now"

In a hollowed out tree lay a dark wolf. Akutan was fitfully sleeping, his injured leg twitching here and there. It hadn't been very long since he had left his own homeland. More like he chased himself out. Things had gotten out of paw where he was concerned and he felt he had no one to blame but himself. He didn't really know how much of it was his fault or how much it lay with others. The whole debacle left him depressed, despondent, and somewhat afraid. He knew he did wrong by leaving Nardir the way he did but at the same time, he knew he made the right call. Nardir was still home but with everything that had gone on, from returning to the old territory to the death of his uncle, things just got to be too much. He had to leave to save his own sanity.

That wasn't to say Akutan wasn't without regrets. He was practically drowning in them. For one, Kyra let it slip (while she was verbally reaming him over the fact he went straight to Byakko's side when the old man was dying and not telling her) that she was expecting his pups. So he wasn't even going to be there when his pups were brought into the world. That opened a lot of potential considering where those pups were going to stand with the Clan. Given how deteriorated things had gotten, Akutan was fully expecting Kyra to keep them away from the family he left behind. Other regrets included events concerning Sara and Mercury.

It was on those thoughts that the dark wolf slowly woke up and sighed. He raised his head to look out over the unfamiliar forest. He looked over at his bear wounds, grimacing a little. They were looking rough. His just reward for leaving his home before he was fully healed. Without Sara keeping them clean and covered, his flank was starting to backslide. Even with the best care, he was already doomed to live with a limp. The bear attack was hazy in his mind. He just remembered going at the bear, pain, then nothing. Bringing his head down to rest on his paws, Akutan had no real idea what he was going to do from there. Even if he healed physically and mentally, would he even be allowed to go home? Mercury didn't strike him as a spiteful soul but he couldn't be sure of anything. Was he doomed to live in exile and die out here? He didn't know so he decided to take things one step at a time. Things would sort themselves out, for better or worse.

He needed help with his leg first and foremost. 

"So...where do I go from here? Who can I find to help? Am I even worthy of getting help?"

OOC - Any thread that has been posted before this one, are considered completed before this one happens. Which means anyone currently in acceptance threads as this plot unfolds is considered a member of the pride and may participate in this plot regardless if (their thread has been completed or not) or (their characters have been added to the rank list.) In this plot, a prior member of the clan that used to live in the cave Stoneclaw currently lives in, returns with an unfamiliar enemy hot on their tail. This enemy will be felled before the start of the plot, but they will later come in waves and those who chose to participate in the defense efforts will have full control over the enemies they fight. This will give you better freedom to A- kick giant chicken butts or B- gain some wicked new scars, or both. 

The waves of enemies will come days after the events of this thread. We will either make a separate thread for that second part, or just continue on in this one. We'll see how this goes. Questions and suggestions are always appreciated. And as always, have fun!

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