Redtail Rise Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies

@Redd @Mountain Boulder @Masquerade

From the plains to the south he approached, carrying with him the haunch of a goat killed the day prior. The borders were strong; the pack here was strong. Sylvan laid his offering in the snow and called out, pale eyes surveying the foothills just beyond.

It was not dissimilar to the place he had come from. Overhead the clouds gathered, threatening rain or perhaps more snow. He missed the sun. But the sun would return in the spring; the same could not be said for all that he'd left behind.

new snow's season had passed but mountain boulder's tension had not abated.

now came the time of men. thorn caller had chosen a mate but wealda had not.

and their changes might call forth other males, such as the one at the border now.

he was a healthily built wolf bearing meat; already proven as a hunter before the ulfhedinn's yellow eyes. the man received the full measure of the massive leader.

ears thrust forward, tail flung high. mountain boulder expected placation to come next and did not yet show aggression.

Thank you for joining <3

The wolf who answered his call wore pale furs and an air of authority. Sylvan stepped back from the meat and lowered his tail without meeting the piercing yellow gaze. The silence held between them, but the scent the man brought with him said many things.

Sylvan would make no promises. Here for the season; here for the year. What difference did it make? He could guard their borders, feed their pack. He could keep his head low and his mouth shut.

<3!

the man's eyes held the color of wildflower petals, and so it was that the silent hunter earned a softer name.

meadowtooth.

mountain boulder pressed muzzle to nape, to drink the stories of where the traveller had been before.

Sylvan was very still as the wolf pressed his muzzle to the grey of his nape. He, too, took in the scents brought by their nearness; the others. The scent of a woman lingered most heavily on him. A mated pair, he assumed, perhaps the alpha pair.

It seemed silence was preferred, so he did not break his. He only lowered his posture further in a show of submission and silent request, finally rolling onto his back when it seemed the man's inspection was finished. Sylvan had travelled for many miles, and it was only the scent of the wilds on his fur now. The wilds, and now the pale leader of this pack.

meadowtooth was welcomed by the man. any hunter would be, any who saw their hierarchy and answered their laws.

but it was not his choice alone. he howled a note for @Redd and @Masquerade, wondering if the former might find additional interest in so healthy a man now that the latter had paired with sun stone.

Another.  Redd was both interested and hesitant; her pride surged at the prospect of more choice.  The part of her that sought peace and smooth cooperation quailed at the implications.  Too many suitors would inevitably lead to undue tension.

But it was too early to tell, and all fangs would help in providing for a spring soon to come.  The rest could follow.

Redd attended to the hunt lead’s call with open curiosity, striding with apparent confidence towards the newcomer who sought their acceptance.  She trusted the Ulfhedinn.. if he accepted her leadership then she would not deny him a home.

Masquerade heeded the Ulfhedinn’s call, arriving at the borders soon after Redd. Her attention immediately focused on the stranger, taking in his submissive posture and the meat on the ground beside him. While the Wealda padded closer to the two males, the Caru hung back to observe. She would only step closer in the unlikely event they needed her in some capacity.

She’s fully skippable!

His assessment of the man's rank shifted abruptly with the call and the arrival of two women. Neither of them held the scent woven into the pale wolf's fur. Sylvan acknowledged their presence with the slow beating of his tail against the ground as they drew near, but held his submissive posture.

Other leaders, he assumed. Yet the silence stretched on.

blood star came. thorn call joined her.

the man submitted. 

mountain boulder gave his approval of their new ulfr with a rumble, a nudge of his shoulder against that of their wealda, an exchange of gaze with thorn caller.

Redd watched him with guarded interest, accepting his deference before huffing a quiet approval.  He would be allowed among them, but he would need to prove himself still.  If he remained, and held peace here, then he would become pack.

Her acceptance given, she turned and departed the way she had come, assuming he would follow if he wished.  If not the hunt lead would surely escort him within, the others sure to meet and accept him as they found his presence.  That he wore their scent was all it should take.