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witches brew - Treepie - October 06, 2025 Chilly rain sprinkled the mountainside, which made for slippery footing. Surefooted as any mountain goat, Tiuttuk navigated along a familiar footpath, her mood light despite the dreary skies. Moonspear was peopled again, with hope for a flourishing village rising like a proverbial phoenix from the ashes. Speaking of birds, she halted and looked upward, yellow eyes slitted against the rainfall as she watched Wyvern circle lower and lower. Pie braced her weight and shut her eyes to avoid the brush of the nighthawk’s feathers as she landed astride her spine. The wolf turned her head and smiled in amusement as the nightjar shook out her wet feathers. Doesn’t that seem kind of… Treepie mused, her words trailing off with a light laugh and shake of her head as she faced forward and continued her careful walk. Wyvern’s swaying weight was as welcome as the wolves roosting somewhere in these dripping crags. Tiuttuk kept her eyes peeled, hoping to cross paths with a new face or an old one. She wasn’t picky and felt more social—more upbeat, generally speaking—than she had in quite some time. RE: witches brew - Arrluk - October 08, 2025 There was stirring on the spear.  Trails coming in and out, some which were familiar, others which were not. Had Tiuttuk return with others, ready to rebuild what had been lost?  Arrluk remembered their last meeting. When he had come to a place barely alive and only the pibald calico to greet him. She had refused to leave, even if it meant being alone. Arrluk had a hope of his mother being able to convince her where he had failed, yet it seemed after the disbanding of Moonspear, it had become evident she had moved on. Now, returned to her place.    The Waterman sniffed curiously at the borders through the wet earth, picking up the scents of those which now lingered here. His tail waved gently behind him, with a happiness of livelihood again.  With slippery rock and crevice, Arrluk moved with an ease which only came with him walking over wet and mossy rock along the lake and river beds for fishing. Yet he did not decend far, not accustom to the high mountains even despite his time living here under his sister's reign before.  Arrluk offers a low woof when the familiar (abd very unique) coat of Tiuttuk could be seen in the distance and, with a hawk on her backside was it? Tiuttuk! A call out, It is very good to see you again! RE: witches brew - Treepie - October 09, 2025 When a familiar face emerged from the rainy rockery, Tiuttuk actually beamed. It was tempting to race toward Arrluk, though two things slowed her step. Firstly, she didn’t want to slip on the wet ground, especially with the hawk altering her center of gravity. Secondly, it occurred to her that she may have forgotten any rendezvous with her relative during what she’d come to think of as the black hole. It probably wouldn’t make an enormous difference, though Pie didn’t look forward to explaining those lost months. Same to you! she shouted back despite her hesitations, the two of them moving mindfully toward one another. It really is so good to see your face, Arrluk, she said with quiet emphasis once they drew close. How long has it been? she ventured, since it was a customary question. Had they seen one another since the last meet she could recall? Thinking back on that exchange, Tiuttuk felt a mix of emotions. She had sworn never to leave Moonspear, only she had left it in the end. She couldn’t remember actually doing that, though one of the last things she could recall prior to the the black hole was making that awful decision. Wyvern shifted her weight on Pie’s back, prompting her to focus her glazing eyes and rest them—slightly apprehensively—on Arrluk’s face. RE: witches brew - Arrluk - October 28, 2025 Too long, that I know... He breathes out into the cool air, stirring warmth around his face. In the dreary rain, they made it to one another and when he did so, he would nose at his niece's cheeks, nape and shoulders. Sniffing and inspecting. The hawk (hawk?) eyed him with utmost suspension.  She looked to be doing well. Her eyes bright and clear. Her coat sooth and well off. Ah, she did just have a shower, didn't she! Arrluk shook out his own coat at the thought. And, come to think of it, he realized her oddly patterned coat of blonde, black and white... well, with the addition of a third color, it could be considered alike to his own. Maybe such an odd pattern he wore came from deep within their Sunshine roots that they now shared.  It - It was hard there, for awhile, but things have been easier. Better. Last they had spoken, he had been fulfilling a brideprice. His parents had been alive. Yet there was already a showing of their people's diminishing with the falling of both Moonspear and Moontide. He had not realized how heavy a downfall things would continue to turn out. Did she even know about Mooonwoman and Sunman? Surely. Surely she would have heard the death songs. Tiuttuk did not want to speak of those bleak times. Nor did Arrluk.  The pack was quite small for a bit. Ajei and I could barely leave the den, let alone the Spine. Pups really keep you on your toes. He says then with a cheeky grin. Being the last of his parent's litters, he hadn't quite got the experience of puppysitting younger siblings as practice. RE: witches brew - Treepie - November 06, 2025 His response provided a good deal of relief. Likely there were no memories missing where he was concerned then. The knot in her stomach relaxed as she returned Arrluk’s snuffled greetings, reacquainting herself with his familiar scent made stronger by the pattering rainfall. He mentioned the difficulties he’d faced, albeit in vague terms, and said things were on an upswing. Tiuttuk threw him a concerned glance laced with empathy. Oh, she understood. They really had fallen on hard times, though now things were tentatively looking hopeful again. She would have to bring him up to speed on Dawnspear. But: Wait, Pie said, expression brightening, pups? Tell me all about them! Wyvern shook her head rapidly, the movement causing her talons to pinch slightly at Pie’s shoulder. The she-wolf barely noticed, too busy shooting an anticipatory look Arrluk’s way. RE: witches brew - Arrluk - November 11, 2025 Arrluk grinned a toothy one. Yes, daughters. Twin. They have the names Ahna and Chinook. They are both black and white, like me. Arrluk had passed down the spirit of Akhlut within them. He felt that this thing happened to him at the end of his journey into manhood. When he had eaten the heart of the killer whale. A trade had been made and a piece of his spirit sacrificed to the sea. A story meant for another time, perhaps.  You will have to come amd meet them, when you are settled. Maybe even at the hunt? His head lifts, looking to the hawk perched at her backside and then sniffing the air, the other wolves in the area. Are you rebuilding Moonspear? RE: witches brew - Treepie - November 14, 2025 I would love to meet them, Treepie said earnestly, hoping to ask him his thoughts on fatherhood when he distracted her with a pair of questions. I would rather come see them at your village, meet them properly, she countered, not mentioning that she had no plans to attend any big gatherings. If that’s alright, I’ll arrange to do that sometime in the near future. Before she could address his question about rebuilding, Wyvern’s patience with the rain evidently came to an end. The bird abruptly took flight, her nearer wing striking Pie in the back of the head. It didn’t hurt much, though it still surprised an oof noise out of her. We’re building something new. By ‘we,’ I mean Kinusi and her new man, Katmai. When he was searching for the right territory to claim, I suggested the mountain. He took me up on it. And I am glad, Tiuttuk shared. I can already tell we have the makings of a strong village here. They’ve decided to call it Dawnspear. RE: witches brew - Arrluk - November 18, 2025 Of course, Tiuttuk. Our village is always welcome to you. And, now as it were, the last of the Moon villages to remain, as it was the first.  Arrluk's legs bent, instinctively then as the bird upon her backside decided to take flight and find shelter within one of the forest's trees, no doubt. Meanwhile Arrluk lifted again, shaking the rain from his coat.  Arrluk could not recall knowing these wolves by name as she spoke them, but did not doubt they had crossed paths at some time or another. Even if during the last great hunt and if not by name, then perhaps by scent alone.  I am very glad for it as well. It is not as we once had, with many moon villages to call eachother as one but it is good to see the mountain lived once more. Maybe this is the start of a new Dawn. He said with a grin in reference to the pack's name. RE: witches brew - Katmai - November 19, 2025 Katmai scaled the lower inclines, seeking out Treepie just for the pleasure of her company. He thought that he suggest a hunt or perhaps just a hike into the higher regions — he knew that she surely had all the best trails memorized. Instead, however, his ears pricked as he drew near, detecting an unfamiliar voice. Without a much worry, as the conversation seemed peaceful, Katmai quickened his pace, eager to see a new face and learn their name. "Hello," he said, looking between the two with a happy wheel of his tail. At first glance, he was ready to assume that the pair must be related, despite the stark difference in size. Their contrasting pelts were both so striking, it was the first thing he really saw. "Who is your friend, Treepie?" he asked, flashing a hopeful smile at the older (but still quite young!) male. RE: witches brew - Treepie - November 24, 2025 She felt a sigh catch in her throat when Arrluk waxed about the Moon villages. It was a bygone era now, wasn’t it? Although she shared his optimism about the bright future now dawning on the mount, Tiuttuk still mourned the demise of the previous village, and all the wolves lost along the way. Speaking of promising futures, Pie intended to circle back to his twin daughters. Before she could, however, another figure approached them. Treepie threw a smile Katmai’s way, then abruptly remembered to dip her head and tail. Just like part of her still grieved Moonspear, it sometimes took a second to remember her new place in the scheme of things. Arrluk’s presence made it feel all the more peculiar, though she knew she would adjust. Katmai, this is Arrluk. He’s a relative of mine and, more importantly, the leader of Moonglow. They live just across the way, she said, motioning with her muzzle even as another realization struck her. They’ve always been our closest ally and sister pack. I hope that remains the case, though I suppose that’s not my call now, she thought aloud, blinking at Katmai. A tooth sank into her lower lip. She had only just reunited with Arrluk, though suddenly she felt out of place. She doubted either man would wish her to go, though Pie suddenly felt like she needed to step back from this situation, at least for a few moments. Why don’t you two get to know each other? I’ll head to the borders if you’d like to come find me and catch up more later, Arrluk. If you need to head home sooner than later, though, I totally understand. I promise I’ll pay a visit soon to meet your girls. As she spoke, she stepped close enough to nudge Arrluk’s cheek and bump their shoulders together. It has been good to see your face, were her parting words.