Blacktail Deer Plateau Raventhorpe

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Moving day! No posting order, we're just going to do a pack howl and then this should count as our third claiming thread and then we'll be good to go!

When the sun rose in the morning, she nudged her children awake eagerly. The talk of moving had spread throughout the pack via a howl the night before, when she and Thyra had returned from their final move-in inspection and had found that the plateau could meet all their needs. They would have the one night to rest, gather their belongings, and when daybreak came, the pack began to move down the slope. 

She brought with her a bone which Asvoria had left behind; a token she would place in the great cavern as a way to remember her friend, and should she ever return, it would be given back to her. She had had high hopes for their pack, but it had been more difficult than Solveig had ever imagined to not only found a pack, but to keep one together. In the end, she'd learned that a pack wasn't simply a group of capable wolves all recruited and gathered and thrown together- what made a pack was family. The wolves who came, and who stuck around even when things became difficult. 

And now, as a family, they made the move to their new home. 

It was noon when they reached it, having forded the river that separated the caldera from the forest, and settled in the meadow to give the children a break. The river nearby burbled happily, quiet and cool. The aspen that grew alongside the river rustled and rattled their bright golden leaves together, and in the distance, a herd of deer grazed in the meadow down the valley. Dragonflies buzzed, birds flew by overhead, to pick at spruce needles and pluck bugs from deep inside old growth. 

She brought the wolves into the great cavern, hidden through a tapestry of vines when evening came. There, they could raise their voices together, and declare their new home together.