Northstar Vale pale widows

a storm brewed distantly, maybe a day or more away, and it turned the sky an ominous shade of gunmetal, descending the valley into a muted, snowed-over darkness. mingling down in the temporary reprieve, stigmata lurked, following the recently paved treadmarks of a massive ungulate crowd. he had taken a break from recruitment efforts in order to take stock of the herds traveling through the mountains, and after staking them out to discern the weakest among them, he called out with a booming howl, that would sound more like a echoing dinner bell to any wolf listeners.

his voice beckoned keenly to those familiar with him - for @Mahler and @Finch - who were out recruiting and familiarizing themselves with the land on his behalf; and to any other wolf in the vicinity, his cry was haunting and powerful; an enchantment to the hungry. he wondered if @Piper still lingered in these peaks, or if she had decided to return to her family even after he had revealed what had become of bearclaw in her absence. he had no idea how far out his comrades might be, if they would even be able to join him at all that afternoon, but the time to merge was upon them. the time to bond as a unit over a large feast loomed near.

he quieted, perking to listen for any native responses; watching out the corner of his eye as the milling herd below him began to migrate in bounds for safer ground - away from the source of his howl - now that they had heard the death song. good - let them tire themselves out running from phantoms; from a grisly fate that would not come for hours, perhaps days, and it would not come until their weakest were frothing at the mouth, driven mad by exhaustion and fear. the warhound began to hike in a slow canter after the fleeing horde, and left an easy trail in the snow for another to find him.

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