I can't give you Thur, but have this one!
There haven’t been a lot of howls at the borders since Furi returned, aside from the wolves that live here. She doesn’t know when to expect the Heda’s return and this is not her voice, but it needs to be addressed. Border patrol has never been her favorite, but Blixen often fills her time there and keeps her company, but now she truly gets to show off. Assuming she makes it there first, of course.
She’d been following the trail of a turkey—those dumb birds returned after their last run in—but she puts it away to get to business.
It takes several minutes to arrive despite how much effort she puts into running—part of her thinks it might be Arrille—but she wants to get there before
@Blixen does. A little healthy competition never hurt anyone! She spots him in the distance and a wide grin forms on her face. It isn’t the wolf they met south along the coast but it is someone new and she finally skids to a stop, nearly out of breath, as she looks at the unfamiliar wolf.
Of course, now that she’s here, she doesn’t exactly know what to do. Is he here to join? Cause harm? Be a menace to society? Furi’s brows bury between her eyes as she takes a few more steps, ruffling up her fur and swinging her tail defiantly over her spine. She may still be young with girlish features but she is tall, and her fur is thick, and hopefully she looks at least a
little bit scary.
“Who are you?” she asks, not so politely. Blixen is rubbing off on her too much.
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Time had passed since Artaax had killed the stranger at the borders of Drageda. He'd had time to consider more what he had done, and though he looked back on it now without guilt or remorse, he was still quite hopeful that he never had to take another life again. It had taken some internal coaxing to get him to return to the borders, but he was not one to be held at bay by fear. So, though anxiety churned in his belly, the boy prowled the borders - determined to continue to uphold the title he had been given.
His legs stiffened when during his border-marking, he heard voices. His heart began to pound in his chest as the scent of some unknown wolf whispered into his nostrils. His hackles rose as he strode forward through the brush, but his furious pace softened when he spotted a familiar face, staring down the unfamiliar. He hesitated only a moment before stepping towards the pair and angling himself at Furi's side, standing as tall and broad as he could as he stared down the stranger - not a difficult feat these days, truth be told. He had nothing to add to the words his packmate had spoke already, so he remained the silent bodyguard, supporting her wordlessly with his presence.
Stevie gave permission to skip Artaax as needed since he won't say much. :)
She isn’t standing there long by herself before Artaax shows up and stands close, just as fluffed up and alert as she. It makes her feel better knowing someone’s here and weirdly enough even better that it’s him. They are close in age but his skillset is higher than hers, perhaps—I mean, he’s
killed someone—and she has no doubt he’d be able to handle whomever this is.
Not focusing on her companion for long, she turns back to Prince as he introduces himself then glances at Artaax again. Trigeda? Her brows bury and she isn’t sure what to say. It sounds close enough to Drageda that she should probably know what it means because he seems to know this is Drageda. Her eyes widen a little and for a moment she considers taking a backseat to the situation. This is Artaax domain, or at least someone significantly higher than she.
“I’m sure there is work for you here if you have something to offer,” she says. It’s almost winter and there are plenty of them to thrive.
“What are you good at?” she asks a beat later, licking her lips. However, Furi doesn’t wait to lift her nose and call for someone. It’ll take them time to get here and they’d have to wait anyway. Though she isn’t entirely sure who she is supposed to call, she points her muzzle skyward and at least calls for
@Eske and, by default,
@Dio.
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continue to ignore me..!
He didn't like this guy. Of course, that should be no surprise to anyone who has ever paid attention to Artaax's threads. He was not a fan of outsiders, and he especially did not trust any wolf from one of their "sister" packs. Trigeda and Seageda both seemed to send only wolves who remained for a while, but in the end abandoned them. They were not trustworthy and could not be counted on, and Artaax had little reason to believe that this stranger would be any different.
And besides that, there was something about this male that rubbed him the wrong way. His talk of
choosing Drageda, as though they were somehow fortunate that he had given them such a blessing as to have him in their ranks. He should be
begging to be allowed the great honor of joining their pack. Artaax rumbled softly as his eyes narrowed, but he said nothing as Furi spoke, and said nothing as she called for their superiors. He knew they would likely provide this stranger quarter in their territory and allow him to call himself a wolf of Drageda. They always did. But Artaax would watch him and guard his home against him in the silent shadows of the wood, just as he always did.