wishes of happiness and prosperity

Khotan continued to circle in his pattern around the arranged baubles, deep voice thrumming to the rhythm of his paw-steps, for several minutes. When he was apparently finished, the large male began to dig into the earth nearby—burying the feathers and stones with a mixture of snow and dirt. So long as they remained undisturbed, the land they laid buried beneath would be protected from famine and those that wished them ill. At least, that's what the medicine wolves he had known in the North had claimed. He would need to come back to this place often, and perform the ritual once again if it appeared the talismans had been uncovered.

It wasn't a task he was used to, for it would not be something he performed had he still been amongst the wolves of Soulflame Reach. When he came back to the world and began to move through the pines, Khotan's eyes fell across the white figure of his Alpha. He immediately lowered them to his toes, body lowering slightly closer to the snow, and tail curling down towards his legs. "Chakra," he rumbled in greeting. "I apologize; I did not see you."