Did something happen in a thread were you think the rest of the pack should be involved? Is someone invading? Did your character discover something that could lead into an impromptu hunt? Do they need help hauling something across the borders?
This thread is intended to be an IC behind the scenes where your character can make quick announcements via howl to invite the rest of the pack to join an already open thread. In your replies below, copy and paste the part of your post where your character is howling for help. Please include a link back to the thread and/or tags where attention is needed. Double posts are allowed.
Iqniq lingered by the whelping den. It was quickly becoming the heart of the territory as he knew it. Somehow, he'd managed to ease Tonravik into the mouth of that den long enough for them both to confirm what, in their minds, they already knew. This was their new home. This would be the new start of Tartok. Now it was time for every wolf to know it. He tipped his head back, allowing a long howl to escape from his muzzle as he encouraged the rest of their wolves to join in. This was it. This was Sawtooth Spire.
Tonravik summons the wolves of the Spire to aid in getting rid of the vermin that see it fit to make an attempt on her children's life. She remains in the den to protect the lives of her children and be their last line of defense. Her howl quiets only when she is certain her call is heard. If any that lived on this place prior to their arrival questioned the strength of those that saw it fit to make their claim here, on this night they would have their answer.
A quick ending to
this.
NOTE: this takes place before the coyote attacks!
As soon as the pronghorn's body met Sawtooth Spire's borders, he howled for aid. It was past time to settle down for the evening, but he has brought a fresh kill for his pack mates. First things first: they needed to bring this brawny beast further in or run the risk of attracting bigger, badder predators. Amazingly, the only wolf to show up was the newcomer,
@Wicked. Tatsuya told him what they needed to do and Wicked complied. They both dragged Tatsuya's catch into the safety and privacy of Sawtooth Spire. Far from the eyes and nose of peckish outsiders.
The Gamma's trek across the entirety of Fairspell Meadow has drained much of the blood from the antelope. A path existed but it disappeared before the spine's borders. None would be lured here...unless they wished to test the spine's denizens.
Once an adequate ways from the border, Tatsuya tore into the scarred carcass and ate. Wicked tried his luck in joining but Tatsuya made him rethink this. The Gamma's feast served a purpose: to get to the healthier organs for Tonravik. Once done, Tatsuya looks down to the organs gathered. Hm. Yes. This would be enough for her. He moved to allow Wicked to glut himself on the Gamma's hard earned prize. “
Once you're done, you are to distribute the rest into our caches. Just the organs though. Oh, and don't eat all of it.” The Epsilon let out a “
fine” as Tatsuya turned to bring Tonravik the organs he selected.
He drew close to the den.
@Iqniq was laying outside. The Alpha became alert in seeing the wolverine, standing tall and defensively. Tatsuya expected nothing less from Iqniq, opting to deposit the organs a sizable distance away. His mate seemed to already be stirring in her den. A loud, demanding growl echoed through the area.
Some things never change.
“
I brought down a pronghorn. I...brought this for the mother.” Iqniq likely already knew that but the Gamma felt it worth repeating. “
Our newest recruit is distributing the rest into the caches.” His work here done, he slowly backed away before turning tail into a tired gait. He needed to sleep before he passed out in the open.