Wolf RPG

They had almost succeeded - their borders were well-maintained, and they were beginning to thrive in the forest they called home. Early one evening, she called all of her wolves together. She stood tall, proud, and her dark eyes glimmered with passion and warmth. "Greetings, everyone - I know not everyone has met or interacted that much, so I would like to make some introductions." As she mentioned each wolf in turn, she would meet their gaze and dip her head in respect. She was nothing without them.

"Lorelai - I have found you a potential tutor. A woman of the sea, her pack lies northeast of us. She will teach you the art of healing, as well as the art of whelp-rearing. Noir will accompany you," The ebon girl Noir dipped her head to Lorelai, as Violante continued, "She and others managed to break free from my natal pack - she is family. We all are."

The Vicera's gaze moved over to Luka. "Luka - I would ask you to stay with us, and hone your chosen trade. I can assure you that Lorelai will be quite safe with Erzulie of Sapphique. It is my hope that we will be allies, once we are recognized fully."

Then, to Azarov. "Avery told me about your meeting with Omak. I thank you for defending our borders." She surveyed her pack at large for a moment, and continued, "Finally, an announcement - Avery and I are expecting our first litter. They, along with Lorelai's children, will hold the rank of Scion, or heirs to the pack. It will take all of us to raise these children, and I cannot thank you all enough for your support in this endeavor."

Healing and caring for pups - that seemed like something Lorelai could do. She dipped her head to Violante, then leaned into Luka, nuzzling him. He was still so new that she murmured encouragingly, "If Violante trusts her, so do I. Besides, she was only gone for a couple of days, so I must not be going too far. I'm sure you could visit?" The only thing that worried her was their lack of time, mainly before her pups were due. Still, she managed a smile as she told the Vicera, "Thank you. I'm very excited."

Violante looked to her mate as he spoke more of Omak, and she frowned deeply. When she spoke, her voice rang across the silence, "He will be ignored. If he returns, I will see him personally." She stared at them all, her dark eyes trailing over her family. They had all endured so much. "Sacrarium will not tolerate those with ill-intentions. I will ensure safety and peace for our pack." Then, she looked to Avery and Azarov. "I want doubled patrols on our northern border. Noir can assist when needed." She would leave Avery to arrange those. Then, to everyone, "Does anyone have any questions, or concerns they'd like to discuss?"