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Every single word builds up to this moment. - Durnehviir - May 31, 2018
@Rysk! Sorry for the delay in getting this up. :X
The violent loss of Ingram, despite knowing him only as Wylla's brother, had been difficult to process. While the russet Alphess had not gone out of her way to get to know either of the coastal wolves and quietly held onto the grudge against them, she'd never wished any harm to come to them. She and Constantine had made this clear in the extension of an olive branch to both - an opportunity to start afresh, despite their poor first impression, and a chance for them to belong after whatever had ousted them from their pack on the shore.
After seeing the remains of their young pack-mate some days before, Durnehviir had held her children a little bit tighter that night. She pulled them to her breast and buried her snout among them to breathe deep the comforting warmth of their scent, to feel them close to her and be thankful that they were safe.
She hoped that Wylla, wherever she'd wound up, was taking care of herself. Her maternal instinct drove her to find the mottled wolfess and check in, but part of her wished to leave her alone to process the demise of her sibling. When last Durnehviir had expressed concern for the other female's well-being, they'd ended up baring fangs and spitting blood at one another - with this in mind, she felt it a better idea to give her space.
She'd already decided that the time to call the group together would be in the near future, but the reason behind it was now tainted with sorrow following Ingram's death. Although the predator that took his life had moved on from Swiftcurrent, she strongly felt that the pack deserved to know what happened on their land, and so racked her mind for how to approach their companions with such news. She figured it would be best to discuss it with Constantine, whose experience as an Alpha far outweighed her own.
She lay in the afternoon sun just beyond her whelping burrow, in which her children slept. Trying to relax, she cast the darkness of her thoughts aside and let her muscles slacken beneath the sky's gentle heat, enjoying the soothe of her shoulders. Muzzle propped atop an outstretched forelimb, she kept a ginger ear trained in the diriection of her den for any movement within, and closed her soft eyes.
RE: Every single word builds up to this moment. - Rysk - June 11, 2018
Sorry for making you wait!
Although Rysk usually didn't care for rumors and gossip, there were some whispers going around Swiftcurrent Creek that caught his attention - a wolf had died and apparently it was Wylla's brother. He taught about when he had met her and how much alike they were, how connected he felt. They had shared their feelings of betrayal by a family member and he had been intrigued by her immediately, although Wylla had been more fueled by hatred while he had been struggling to forget about the pain in his chest - he felt drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
And now there were whispers about her brother being here and more alarmingly, that he was dead. For a moment he wondered if Wylla had anything to do with it. Did she even know he was here at Swiftcurrent? And so Rysk set out to find her, but instead he found his alphess taking a nap in the sun. She lay in front of her den and soft cooing noises could be heard from inside. Rysk let out a short bark, since he didn't know if Durnehviir was actually sleeping and he didn't want to wake her up or upset the little ones inside the den.
RE: Every single word builds up to this moment. - Durnehviir - June 16, 2018
Just as she settled to relax, another's voice drew her from focusing on the distant thrum of their territory's namesake. Twitching a tall lobe in the direction of a pack-mate's tone, Durnehviir opened her pale eyes to look upon a dark-furred, mottled figure. Wylla, was her initial thought to accompany the anxious flurry of her heart, and she lifted her head to get a better look. Upon closer scrutiny, she found this wolf to be significantly larger and distinctly more masculine, and was swift to recognise him as Rysk.
She'd seen very little of him since his recruitment, though was relieved to see that he'd remained among their ranks. Pulling herself onto her paws, the russet Alphess beckoned her comrade closer with a friendly swish of her tail. "Hey," she called gently, a thin smile tugging the corners of her mouth upward.
His company was welcome, and she was happy to engage him in conversation for a while before her presence was required elsewhere. Excusing herself, the russet Alpha returned to her den to tend to her whelps.