Silver Creek Crawl until we feed the soil

WC: 1041
Looking for one of the Rosings wolves, @Harrison @Grayson @Addison @Emerson @Iliksis or any others :)

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Finally, it seemed like the weather had become a bit more kind to them, and had smiled upon the wolves with a few days of warmth that was more Fall-like than the temperature that would be associated with winter. The bit of snow that had fallen had melted considerably, and she enjoyed the sunshine that had brightened up the past few days, lifting her spirits slightly. Maybe the winter wouldn’t be as harsh as she had expected it to be- there was really no way to tell just yet, but she’d wished that the Fall had gone on longer, rather than relinquishing its hold to the Winter that had drawn up and established itself far too early. She hated Winter, even though she’d only lived through one. She’d spent the past winter travelling- at least, through half of it- and it had not treated her or her brother well at all. They’d survived together, and this winter she was plenty glad that she had an entire pack to live and hunt with- but it didn’t mean that she thought nothing of it. Winters could kill- she’d seen it before, in the half-frozen carcasses that hadn’t had any trace of claw nor tooth upon them. She’d be damned if she’d let that happen to her.

Before winter approached, though, she needed to know the intentions of the packs which had begun to settle in her Hinterlands...Even though she had no reason to feel entitled. But the Redhawks had been established in the area longer than both of the fledgeling packs combined, and she felt that they should therefore have the first choice over hunting grounds for the Winter. She would not take kindly to any strangers she found on Two Rivers Isle or in the Grouse Thicket...And for the wolves who were settling in the Shadewood, that was not good news. They were far too close to the plateau for Niamh’s comfort, and they had begun to explore the Isle which meant that they would hunt the deer and elk that lived there in the winter- possibly forcing them to leave that area, or knocking down their numbers to the point where both packs could not live off them any longer. In her opinion, the Shadewood wolves could have the coastline and the Moors- but the Isle, Floodplains and Thicket were theirs.

She knew more about those wolves than the ones who had begun settling down further south, and more to the East of the Shadewood at a more respectable distance near Silver Creek. She felt more intimidated by the Shadewood wolves, so she relied on the information she could glean from her scouts who were trained to handle those sorts of situations and prepared to have the leaders of the Shadewood clans come to meet her or Quixote at some point to talk politics. But the wolves of Silver Creek were more of an unknown to her, though as far as she knew, there weren’t many of them and they were far newer. Naturally, she wanted to establish the fact that the lands shared between them- mainly just the Mount Everfall (where few Redhawks wanted to tread anyway, given the fact that that was where Orca had died) and the Verdant Basin were to be respected as yet again, they were lands that the Redhawks used for hunting. She thought to suggest that they go further East as they hunted, through the King Elk Forest, or Hideaway Strath, both of which were full of deer and elk. She almost hated surrendering King Elk Forest, but she knew it was far too close to Silver Creek for her to have any real claim over it.

So with all that in mind, she made her way down the Southern slope of the Plateau- picking her way carefully, lest she take a tumble again and sprain her ankle as she had the last time she’d gone the same route- and through the Floodplains toward the Creek. She’d left early in the morning the day previous, and had let Colt know where she was going, so he wouldn’t worry, though she didn’t pass the idea by Quixote. This, she thought, wasn’t the sort of thing she’d need to ask him about. Any of their other packmates could have gone already, without seeking permission, so why would she need to? Perhaps she was still too wound up about everything involving her alpha, and tried to put it off her mind. This was simply a peaceful trip she was taking to meet and greet the wolves who seemed to be settling near the Creek, who had wisely chosen to stay roughly 50 kilometers away from the Plateau, unlike the Shadewood wolves who were less than 20 kilometers away. It still wasn’t far enough- Niamh liked to have other packs at least 3 days travel away, but she would accept the fact that it took about a day and a half for her to travel to Silver Creek, and that was, at least, relatively fair.


It was afternoon by the time she reached the edge of the Creek, though she dared not cross it. She could smell the tracks of wolves along her side of the Creek, though the majority of them crossed over into the corner of the wilderness which was inevitably being claimed. Respectfully, she would not cross, though she did call out, seeking the attention of one of the wolves who had chosen to settle there. Her voice was calm and level, as she wanted to keep things civil and merely satiate her curiosity about the group of wolves here. Oddly enough, she recognized a scent that was prevalent in the area, and remembered the short encounter she’d had with Iliksis some months ago. Had he joined them? Or was he their leader? It was hard to tell...But from what she could discern, the scents closest to the borders were mostly male, as though the role of guardian was mostly left to the men. She waited patiently, but wouldn’t necessarily have all day; she’d need to make the trip back as well, which would take her late into the next night if she had to wait most of the afternoon.

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