Mount Apikuni heaven calling

Once, Raheerah had met a leader. She ruled a pack called Swiftcurrent Creek, whose numbers had come together approximately the se time as the Vale's, if not a little earlier. He met her when the ice was still thick on the ice, and he threatened to break through with the both of them on its surface. Her name was Lethe. Little had been accomplished then - they spoke briefly on packs and Raheerah went his way. Only now did he regret not touching on the subject in greater depth, if only to lord his superior knowledge of the neighboring pack over the monk's head.

And now, there seemed to be change in the air.

They descended along the burnt mountainside, where scorched trees and ash scarred the earth. He moved in time with his warrior, Xi'nuata, careful to keep her within his blind side. She was his eyes, allowing him to scan the surroundings on his visible side with increased caution. Nearby traveled Anemone, and ahead, the monk led them on. They reached the edges of their neighbor's territory before long, and Raheerah dared even closer, stepping past the monk to breathe in the scent marking their borders. It did not hold Lethe's scent. In fact, what he could pick up of the female's markings were stale, replaced by another's, stronger and fresh. "Thheeerre has beeeeen chaange." He rumbled, raising his head from the vegetation he scented. Raheerah glanced back at the monk, then Xi'nuata, and lastly to Anemone before tuning into the command of the monk.

A gruff grunt left his nares, caring not to relinquish a response. He tilted back his head and erupted in a low, hellish howl, beckoning the one that marked these borders. The song rose in octaves and lingered, before ending on an abrupt note. He snapped his teeth and cast his gaze back out to the trees, swinging his tail curiously.