Wolf RPG

After the rain that had come through the day and night, the next morning brought scattered sunlight into the picture. Once more Echelon had thrust herself into the fray of the Spine, moving swiftly and steadily to suss out the wolves that lived within. Her foray to the borders had turned up nothing in particular; the relative seclusion of the Spine was proving to work in their benefit for now. Their leader of before had not come back demanding her paper crown. This she considered a good thing, because it meant that their progressing takeover of the pack would go quietly. Fanfare, though she enjoyed a little bit of it, was not something particularly necessary to their success. And it was success that Echelon hoped for, as their stay there had yet to be entirely challenged.

With those things behind her, her mindset had become purposeful. She sought out Ivev, who had run with them long before a series of events had left them all scattered and broken. Events that had left Echelon on her own for what had seemed half a lifetime. But all of that now did not matter, the past did not matter much to her barring this one wolf who had pledged themselves to Tartok. And as she moved to find her, scenting upon old trails that were worn in, there were burning questions that came to her mind with haste. Above these was the question of whether or not Ivev was still apart of them, or if she needed to be removed from the lands altogether.

Whether or not she was found today, Echelon could not determine.

Nor would she summon her; there was no fun in that.

Even if the change in leadership was bringing about unsettled and fretful faces, Ivev was cordially going along with it. Since she knew of these females, the arctic wolf saw no reason to abandon the small practice she was building within the Spine and follow Cara to parts unknown, especially since the former queen had eloped with some stranger. There would be no ill-will towards Cara in Ivev's heart, however, just understanding and the hopefulness that they could forgive Cara and look to their new future with Tonravik at their helm.

The female had taken shelter from the rain along one of the trails, camped out under one of the many conifers that caught the water along its fingers. Now that the clouds had passed, the wolf gingerly unwrapped herself, feeling the dull ache of the mucky air seeping into her long since healed wounds. Standing up, she could see down the thin trail, of which Echelon was trooping up. Ivev had already greeted the ebony female when they first gathered, but she still had the same sort of tail-wagging excitement of seeing an old friend. Ivev held herself back, but still allowed a wide smile on her face.

She found her not much further along the worn trail ahead. Without thought and near immediate, Echelon's body drew itself up tensely and dominantly. This did not come without a light wave of greeting in return, for she did not want the notion of anger to bud within Ivev for whatever reason. For the longest time, Echelon had been nearly the only one beneath Tonravik. Now there were many and with that, came the unspoken posturing and diction befitting of those who would ascend her ranks.

"Where did you go?" she queried, surprisingly gently for all her harshness. But Ivev had been with them when they had scouted along the coast and then inland, before Tonravik had pressed on. She wondered if she too had been left behind and unable to follow, or if she had abandoned them outright. Though she was often a creature who did not care for the past but rather the future, Echelon wanted to be certain that Ivev in their ranks now was still a good thing.