Swiftcurrent Creek we are beautiful, we are doomed

set after she's been accepted

Pan had spent some time getting settled and checking out the area before she decided to build herself a den. She'd picked out an idyllic spot below the roots of a very old, very rotten tree that had been felled presumably by a storm some time ago. What once stood majestic and tall now lay ragged but brimming with beetle larva and spiders.

With a yawn, the girl emerged before dawnbreak and set out towards the borders where she had first met Arric and Bellatrix, but something caught her eye. It was hard to miss the jumbled mess of feathers that littered the ground, but it was the drag marks slick with red that had Pan curiously follow them into the brush, hoping for an easy meal.

just for fun!! Loose in her timeline, she’s kinda making the rounds.  Feel free to ignore her if you like <3

Another claim.  Flecha strode to its edge this time and let out a curt howl to announce her presence.  She would see what manner of wolves these neighbors were.

It was a picturesque claim and likely to breed softened warriors.  Would they meet her with voice or with fang?

Even with her god watching and lending her strength she would run should the pack turn out against her.  One did not spill an anthill and remain to be devoured.

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Akavir watched the honeyed girl make her way to the borders—a yawn revealing the sleepiness that clung to her like a soft blanket, noting the sun had not even risen yet. Sleep eluded him these days—@Jakoul had given birth to their children and the man had yet to see them—the thought disconcerting to him.

Before he could announce his presence to the new she-wolf, a sharp howl beckoned the creek, and with a jerk of his muzzle in the direction of the call, the swarthy Mayfair quietly directed @Pan to follow, swift in his movements as he drew closer to their visitor on the borders.

Still half asleep, the girl was oblivious to the watchful eyes of a wolf until a close howl drew her from her daydreams and she too turned towards the noise. Trail forgotten, she regarded him for a moment before falling into step behind him. From the way he was poised to his voiceless direction, this wolf oozed with a sense of practiced command. Bellatrix's words floated in her head - this must be Akavir. There would be time for introductions later - for now the call at the borders was more pressing. 

Such pressure it was to now be in Bellatrix's shoes; Pan held her head high to hide her quaking nerves as she let Akavir take the lead, eager to observe.

apologies on this one too! Can also be short if you like <3

Another small wolf, though this accompanied by one with more regal bearing.  Flecha inclined her head respectfully, but as before, did not lower her gaze.  A Holcan always anticipated battle.

I am here at the request of the Ajaw.  They wish to know of your claim and what you know of pack relations here.  I am Flecha.  She left her rank for now, as it would doubtless mean nothing in their tongue.  Her mother’s lessons had left her fluent in a way many were not, but the words still sat oddly as they left.

A she-wolf—her intent to know more of the packs and their claim… by request of the Ajaw.

He gave pause—eyes remaining emotionless, his shoulder brushing that of his comrade in hopes she would not be intimidated for the moment. “The term ‘Ajaw’ means nothing to his pack. Nor do I believe it would mean anything to this valley.”

Still, while she seemed to demand information from them at the behest of what he assumed was her leader—she had provided her name, and so, a light tip of his muzzle was given, though his pale eyes remained fixated upon her. “I’m Akavir.”