Haunted Wood A sprinkle of glamour, a dollop of charm, trading,

Célnes has mostly stayed in the woods, mending what she could. It was all just a large mess, and while she normally wished to avoid so, couldn't help it. If she truly wanted the grayscale wolves under her watch, she would need the family's acceptance as so. Though as suspected, no one enjoyed the new rule she implemented. It was to allow outsiders to join..

And while she preferred them overall to be accepted, it seems that they had no choice but to go through the ritual. Though Déorwine didn't mind that too much, as it would definitely help weed out the wolves. The High Elk would perhaps take away those untrustworthy. Though she did wonder at times.. They never had anyone besides brown-kinned, to take part in the tradition. Those of different hues would always be turned away, and thus never had happened. 

It would be a new history. 

She contemplated on the brand new era, and sat at the edge of the woods, looking at to the bright sky.

The rain finally ceased, as well.