Blacktail Deer Plateau ~Living, contemplating lonesome~

Anyone is welcome at this point, just trying to keep her alive and safe from the inactivity guards T-T

She would begin her border patrol that morning, and sought out company. She had remembered that one of these days she would bear Arrax at her side, teach him about the line of work she so loved.

She kept thinking to herself, what if I had pups? What if I had a family…. A lover. This had unfortunately never happened for her, sure she enjoyed her freedom. Untied adventure, no commitments…. When she was way younger this was her mindset, but now as a matured woman she wondered. 

She had never experienced a heat that she could remember, since this breeding season is almost already dead and gone. Why didn’t she? Why? The only pang she felt within herself was hunger, so she decided to approach the cache. It was getting low, so she only took a small share.

She wanted to hunt, to scout out any near prey to bring back for her pack. To truly contribute, especially since times have been slow and her life somewhat uneventful.

Meadow had told him to take it easy and he was. Sort of. He still patrolled he just took a little longer and had some breaks inbetween to give his ankle the rest it deserved. Although he did push a little bit harder sometimes. And usually Meadow knew it and he got her sharp tongue. So he was trying to obey her. Truly he was.

He would be found today. Taking a small rest on a small outcropping looking out over the land that they now lived on. And he ruminated on all that he had lost and the wolves who had come and gone. He briefly wondered how Maxim was and Towhee. How Germanicus was even if he sort of hated the leader now. But he had respected him once and didn't wish him any ill will. But if he only knew.

She concluded the first part of her border patrol, the would take a small rest break and continue eastward to that side of the plateau.

She would find her way to an area sparse with trees nearing the very edges of the land, there she had spotted a large resting figure. Nearing ever close, the figure upon the rock was Reyson. A man she had met back when the two packs merged into one.

Now she didn’t know much about him and his family life, but she had spoken with him about his highly decorated warrior past. She approached, a respectful bow of her head and a gentle swish of her tail. Greeting him she said, “Hello Reyson, how do you fare? Your family?”

Reyson was not a talker. He existed in silence and usually it was fine. But he knew others were not this way.

One if the younger wolves. A child if the leaders if he wasn't mistaken. Greygalcon. He has spoken to her once before on his past.


Hello Greyfalcon.

A small dip of head down. Muzzle towards thr ground. Intermittent thump of tail.

Family is good. Two of our boys went out in spring haven't seen em. But Lotus and Rhonen are still around. Meadows been sticking up for winter herbal supplies.