The sky was darkening as the young female moved through the woods. Good night moon, goodnight world. Hello, darkness, Surik's old friend. The world plunges into the realm of darkness as the light that has touched the earth for many hours disappears, evaporating into the shadows and giving power to the nightlife.
Cool air starts to shift and take form into strong wisps. Blowing and shifting the branches on the trees. The gods of darkness are awakening, sending their minions out to remind those day dwellers, that night is the time for the cold-hearted. It's not for the weak, and weak is not what Surik is. No, she is a strong young lady. She is a strong girl, not a pushover in the least bit. No, she is a sword in the night. Sharp, and double-edged.

Her footsteps slow to a stop and her orange and blue eyes blink in slight confusion. A bridge stands in Surik's way. As well as a scent of a pack. One that she hadn't planned on running into, but, when opportunities arise. Then one must take them and make the best of any and all situations. After all, Suri had traveled a while. Maybe, just maybe, this is the place where she was meant to stay.

So, standing tall. Tail down, posture relaxed, Suri approached the bridge. Being careful to not pass, she comes to the edge. She was a strong woman, she will not show fear, she will not show weakness. She will be strong, she will belong to this place she had stumbled upon. She will make this her home. She will find her true calling.
Then, she stopped moving. Just at the edge of the bridge. Her two different colored eyes looking around for any sign of life. What should she do? Should she call out to this strange pack? Should she just walk in and try to blend in? Nah, that'd be stupid.

Patience, that's what Suri needs right now. She had just stumbled upon this packland, she couldn't expect anyone to come right away. Who knows how large this land is.


A so, she sat and waited.

The sound of the creaking floorboards of the bridge met Suri's ears. They twitched as they listened, they moaned from old age. Screamed stories of days of old. This place must have a long story to tell. That, or there's a lot of ghosts here.

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The afternoon was loud and full of life, the fog having been burned off by a summer sun, though the cloud would later settle in with threats of rain. It had taken the female at a steady hobble all morning to get from the hovel to the bone pit. And what little she could see of the sky through a densely packed forest of trees, she could just barely make out that it was at it's highest point in the sky.

Moisture clung in the air and she grimaced, coming to a stop as came upon the meeting ground, golden gaze casting out to the crescent shaped lake that wrapped around the little alcove. The scent of decay and moss was strong here, the forest being particularly overgrown, bones jutted out this way and that, there were even some that stuck out of the water by the bank, tangled in cattails.

There was a fog the extended far out across the lake's surface, forms of waterfowl drifting among the reeds, and hiding behind the boughs and leaves of old willows. Telana would take a seat on a plush piece of moss, soothing her aching joints that had been howling in pain the entire way here. Cursing under her breath, claws would dig little troughs into the soft, wet dirt.

With the upcoming of their announcement, it was pivotal that all parts were played accordingly. Azuhel had a following, Telana was there silently in the shadowy backgrounds as her elder sister ripped the crown off the jaws of a boyking. She was there when all her people chanted Long Live to the age of a dragon. There was some cowardly part of her that feared the same fate. With her sister gone and the triumvirate's reign not yet made official, Alteron was vulnerable, but not just to the outside forces. Her people had shown that they were just as willingly tear down old leaders for the sake of some great change.

In the stagnancy of the land many had left, though many more had stayed behind. Two of which being elites, she wished to know how far their loyalties extended, be it just to Azuhel, her bloodline, or Alteron itself. Her nephew, Cocytus, had a better claim, a better favor, perhaps she could use that to her advantage. She'd turn slightly at the sound of snapping twigs and rustling bushes. Crows cawed and the faint quacking of ducks, followed by a haunting cry of a loon. "Right on time, how punctual of you." Came a catty remark, as the small female pulled herself up into a sitting position, gaze casting to a hulking form.

"Need I remind you why you're here? Chariot?"

Predicaments like this happen.  It is best to avoid them.  At some point some wolves know when they are going right into danger and head for it anyway.  They are prepared for the consequences.  They may be prepared to die as a result.  Going home was a hard journey, but the losses and gain were weighed in his mind for days as he journeyed.  Sara, Snowfluff, was in good paws and the pups would grow in a solid family.  Hakan, the family Doc, would see to their health.  Leader Alana would recover from the blow of losing Nardir under her watch.  It wasn’t her fault.

Aylie.  Life saver.  Despite her troubles, he would never forget the good she had done.

Arik had the makings of a Groundskeeper if he ever saw one.  What was the nickname he was given?

Mercury.  What a warrior.  And a warrior she would remain.  Scary too.

Well it was a great, what, seven years?  And there was so much left to see!

So at the bottom of the mess of roots Adolph found himself in, he hadn’t expected to reflect on his life this.  These fallen trees in old Nardir’s proud forest had now tangled him when he tripped over his tired legs reaching his family.  They came!  The Relic decided to slip away to die without fanfare and here they were.  He just got here and now they were here too!  Was he that slow or were they in Inaria for a short while?  Were they turned away or did they decide to go home instead?  His heart almost gave out hearing them.

And now he was stuck.  Adolph barked a few times, but the roots gave him limited range.  He snarled and let out one rolling bark.  He felt moments of woe in the moments he hung there, but in the end he shook his head.  He decided to laugh a little.

“I just wanted to pass away at home.  When did I become a damsel in distress?”

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On the other side of the trees where the communal dens were, an ear flipped up.  Buckshot started.  I know that sound.  Buckshot bolted from his bed of moss--he hadn't made it to the dens, just slumped on the nearest thing he could find-- and scrambled up the structure as fast as he could.

"Keep barking keepbarking keepbarkingkeepbarkingkeepbarking, you'renotdeadyet."

He hadn't told anyone Adolph slipped away.  Maybe he tricked himself into thinking he would show up again like the last time they lived in exile.  He caught his father's scent a couple times on the trek home, but it faded out.  If the old wolf didn't want to be found, no one could stop him.

Once Buckshot made it to the top he gasped.  There were fallen trees scattered about.  If he didn't find him--

"Leader's gonna kill me for not saying anything."  

OOC:   So once again, come rescue the old fossil!

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