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set for shortly after this thread. for @TowheeJr @Lilia @Augur AW!

The three continue together in silence, broken occasionally by the beat of wings overhead—it is the girl’s falcon, which it seems is never far from her. The bird’s presence is still absurd to him, yet he begins to acclimate with the fact.

He leads them a considerable distance into the territory before he slows to a stop. The rabbit, now slick with his saliva, falls from his jaws. Lifting his head, he bellows out a low note for Augur and the rest of the Rise.
Just a cameo, my only post. Feel free to PP.

Moon Runner hears Shadow’s call.

It is a summons, but the lyrics are rearranged. Different.

What does it mean? Her spirit mulled.

The juvenile loped through the woods, along the familiar footpaths, until she found him with Wolverine. And in their company was a new face, not much older than herself.

Moon Runner is immediately inquisitive. Her large ears cup towards the stranger, open expression friendly and soft. However, she is not so extroverted to immediately waltz right up to the newcomer, especially after her little run-in with the wolf yesterday. So, she chooses to move around the trio in a wide circle and wait for Father to arrive.
a wolf.

a bird.

augur approached. night eye and wolverine stood with another, a stranger. moon runner's presence nearby tempered the protector.

he strode forward, offering no quarter before he pushed his nose toward the newcomer's guard hairs, wanting to see for himself from where she might have come.

a wolf. a bird. augur glanced up at it and rumbled a low and pleasant note toward wolverine.
the boy, a name for him jr has yet to give!, the burnished leader and jr — with ghost overhead, fixating the wolves and world below him in his shrew gaze — make their way deeper into the territory. the boy brings her gift.

she does not hear the bellowing call, but even with her world on mute, she is aware of what the sight of his head tipped back and his lips parted symbolizes. he calls for others.

with the appearance of two other wolves, ghost keeps to the skies; riding the current of winds. jr wonders if he is made nervous by all the rows of sharp teeth and sharpened eyes. she would not let harm befall him, but he was still learning to trust her.

jr resists the urge to give to her fight or flight instincts as the ivory man approaches, allowing him to take in the scents on his guardhairs; her golden gaze rapidly reading body languages.

edit: y'all get my 100th post with jr!