Wolf RPG

the mid-morning is chilly, but sunny and in the warm, buttery yellow beams of sunshine that cuts through the treeline at the borders, ingram can be found dutifully. the patrol is routine, the thoughts and contemplations that swirl 'round his mind like the whispers of the voidwraiths and commanders is ...not. not usually here, where he tends to focus.

his path deviates then, cutting through the forest towards the sacred hollow where the alters to the numerous gods call home.

their numbers have grown, food caches filling.

there was no reason to not spread their wings and fly.

ingram takes a deep breath, tips his head back and lets out a howl. announcing to the wolves of basilica that they were one and to anyone within earshot in the neighboring territories that they were there and that they no intentions of going anywhere.

There were bodies and caches and time. They were doing well for a foundling. She herself was sorting and moving all sorts of herbs around. 

She lifted nose to the sound. Ear curled upward. Tipped her head back with a howl.

A call vibrated through the air, as he patrolled the mountainside.

A moment was all he needed to process it. This would be a proper claiming call, for them to here — for all the hear.

His voice joined theirs.

She had been resting her eyes when the call had gone up after a restless night, her eyes slowly prying open as she yawned, listening intently, a smile spreading across her features. It was finally time.

The tiny woman would tip her head back, allowing her melodic voice to join in, and with it, her gods committing to Basilica as a place of worship for those who would seek their comfort.