AW; tryna meet my packmates :D
It was nice here. Different, but nice. Varied. Instead of the plains, which were gorgeous but grew monotonous after a while, this landscape had mountains, forests, rivers. Even the sea was close. Nashoba could see a lot of it from her perch atop the caldera, sitting on a medium-sized rock, keeping watch over her new home.
She was a pack wolf again, joined to a group after weeks of wandering alone. Yet this was different. The caldera wolves were not family; they were strangers, and while they would become friends and allies in time, they still lacked the blood connection she had enjoyed in her birth pack.
But what good was blood, anyway? Her sister--conceived of the same joining of flesh--had betrayed her, scorned her. Could it be that the caldera wolves would become a better family to her than her actual family had been? Only time would tell.
June 23, 2016, 09:14 AM
For a solid week following the showdown on Nocturne Summit, Peregrine's life hung in the balance. He slept continuously, rousing only to relieve himself, get a drink of water and nibble on whatever scraps of meat were left near his nose, most likely by Fox. On the fourth day, he vomited an alarming amount of blood. He felt better after that, though, and by some crazy coincidence, he discovered some little white flowers blooming near his resting spot at the edge of the rendezvous site. He recognized them as yarrow and nibbled at them, remembering very vaguely something Blue Willow had once mentioned about their medicinal qualities. Peregrine couldn't recall details but it couldn't hurt, could it?
On the seventh day, he awoke feeling decidedly feverish. Worried that he had sustained an internal infection, he downed some more yarrow blossoms, then proceeded to drift in and out of sleep rife with fever dreams. When he roused the next day, he was still uncomfortably warm but Peregrine felt well enough to help himself to another dose of yarrow, then stand and walk slowly around the rendezvous site. He was finally awake and cognizant enough to worry about the state of his family. Where were Fox and the boys? What about the Blackthorns? Anything could have happened while he was more or less down for the count.
There was nobody else here, which made Peregrine swallow worriedly. Then, lifting his swarthy muzzle, the Alpha called for someone, anyone, to come to him and give him the latest report.
On the seventh day, he awoke feeling decidedly feverish. Worried that he had sustained an internal infection, he downed some more yarrow blossoms, then proceeded to drift in and out of sleep rife with fever dreams. When he roused the next day, he was still uncomfortably warm but Peregrine felt well enough to help himself to another dose of yarrow, then stand and walk slowly around the rendezvous site. He was finally awake and cognizant enough to worry about the state of his family. Where were Fox and the boys? What about the Blackthorns? Anything could have happened while he was more or less down for the count.
There was nobody else here, which made Peregrine swallow worriedly. Then, lifting his swarthy muzzle, the Alpha called for someone, anyone, to come to him and give him the latest report.
June 26, 2016, 04:27 PM
A howl broke into her thoughts; Nashoba's black-tipped ears pricked, searching warily for the source of the noise. The timbre of it suggested it was one of her own packmates, and so she began to walk, eyes peeled for the newcomer.
She soon came across a very large, dark wolf, his bright eyes suffused with worry. Though he looked incredibly unsteady on his feet, almost sickly so, he carried himself like a leader, brawny chest puffed and all. Instinctively, Nashoba lowered herself and began to pace toward him, head bowed in respect. This must be Peregrine, the alpha male whom Elwood had mentioned upon her arrival to the caldera.
"Hello," she greeted. Her voice was timid--out of character for her, but she felt slightly intimidated by this huge, regal creature. "Was it you who just called out?"
She soon came across a very large, dark wolf, his bright eyes suffused with worry. Though he looked incredibly unsteady on his feet, almost sickly so, he carried himself like a leader, brawny chest puffed and all. Instinctively, Nashoba lowered herself and began to pace toward him, head bowed in respect. This must be Peregrine, the alpha male whom Elwood had mentioned upon her arrival to the caldera.
"Hello," she greeted. Her voice was timid--out of character for her, but she felt slightly intimidated by this huge, regal creature. "Was it you who just called out?"
June 27, 2016, 08:21 AM
(This post was last modified: July 13, 2016, 11:19 AM by Peregrine Redhawk.)
7/13: *tacks on conclusion*
It perplexed him when a stranger approached, her features making him think of her as Fox's uglier sister. Blaming the fever for that errant thought, Peregrine stiffened as she approached him. He would usually warn away a new member from this highly guarded space where his family resided, yet there was no sign of them and he had summoned somebody, anybody, and here was anybody personified. He could scarcely fault this subordinate for obeying his command and coming at his beck and call.
"Yes, it was," he said, voice sounding as sluggish and groggy as he felt. "First, though, who are you?" he demanded, voice a little brusque.
Introductions were promptly exchanged and while Peregrine would typically want Nashoba to stick around so he could get to know her a little better, he was in no condition for small talk. And though he did try asking, she didn't know much about the pack's innermost goings-on. So he apologized and excused himself to go wait elsewhere, sure that someone more knowledgeable would have heard his howl and might show up any minute to get him up to speed.
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