Stone Circle Helvegen

SETTING: Early morning
Weather: Overcast with thin fog and light rain.

TERRITORY: Stone Circle

TAGS:@Valette @Vespera @Kove @Nanook @Laurel @Dawn @Arlette @Leta @Minnow @West Tyree @Newt @Charles @Sunny @Blondine @Kaito @Nyra

Notes: Members are not required to reply, but are expected to be present as this is a pack activity! You are welcome to post your character's reactions. There will only be 1 round. Thread takes place after the events of here

Some tasty background music to set the mood ;)

His howl, like gunfire into the wind, swept across Easthollow at a thunderous level. It echoed into the cold air— crescendoing, climbing higher and higher before falling flat and disappearing into the eerie silence of the lands.

He would wait after, standing tall in the middle of Stone Circle, posture rigid and face set like that of stone. As the Eastholloian wolves gathered around he would glance down at them. His amber gaze and silence working together to desperately contain the boiling anger and disappointment that stewed below his skin. It was only when he let out breaths would some of that heated anger finally show in the form of white trails, whisps that flowed from his nose and parted jaws.

Valette hadn't known his intentions; He hadn't spoken to her of them. In fact, he had barely said much in the passing days. But by the end of this he was prepared to, would have to. And it was only when everyone was there that he would.

With the steady wind tangling itself in his long fur he began. "May our loved ones and ancestors be present—may they bear witness to my words, and may they pass judgement as I shall." His voice was dark as he spoke loud and clear, his muzzle tipped back into the air as he gazed into the pink-hued sky above. It's muted colors barely showing through the foggy, misty weather.

It was when he took a long breath in would he look back down to the pack.

"Due to the nature of your insubordination, your lack of commitment to The Hollow's hunts, and your inability to follow the orders Valette and I given.." he paused to take a quiet breath in, his gaze traveling to Valette, who stood beside him. Her face contorted into  shock. He winced internally at such an expression. "I, Greyback—Patiarch of Easthollow, strip you of rank and cast you, Vespera, to exile...

Leave. Never return."