Blacktail Deer Plateau Raventhorpe

@Rusalka @Vaettir @Greyfalcon @Nazair @Granite @Leifa
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.

This is so exciting! *happy noises!* I remember the last time I moved. It was. A. Nightmare. So hopefully Gyr’s will be much better.

This journey was cold and long, however it was time we’ll spent with her Family of the Keep. She cherished every minute of this, she had followed along helping to make sure all these wolves were in a row. She had spent some time walking with her niece and nephews, they were so precious.

She had sat down in the field near the creek to let herself and her little snuggle bug eat something. All while watching the happenings of the pack. She examined his little feathers, some pin, some downy. She hoped that someday when it becomes hard penned he will be an able hunter. For now, she fed him like a mother.

After this she allowed him back up on her shoulder, tickling her ruff. This made her giggle. She took a sip of water, then attempted to dribble it on her fluffers beak. Small and slightly sharp. 

Then a while later, she laid him in a makeshift nest of moss near her own bed. She laid him to rest for a while. She joined her pack, and howled gently…. She remembered Asvoria, whom she never met but hope to meet someday. If not in this life, then someday perhaps in another.

This would be the dawn of a new beginning for Gyr. A warm and happy one with her new family.