Blackfeather Woods uppiq
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Ooc — Bo
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The glacier had been abandoned, and the scattered remnants of their family had vanished into the wilderness to find their own peace of mind. The shaman had watched his sister and brother venture far away from where they had staked their claim. He had wished them well and vowed that he would see them again, eventually, but with the wisdom that age had brought him... he did not know if that was true. Before they had faded from his sights, Sos had whispered a mantra of good luck to them both. And though his heart sang a mournful song, he had turned his back on the glacier and ventured toward the woodland where he had been conceived and birthed.

The bear wandered through the night so that he could step beneath the watchful eye of the moon. Taggak had followed him all that way and still remained close at his side. Once the powerful youth found himself near the edge of the wild wood, the dark bird rose from his perch on Sos' back and released a cry into the darkness of the trees. Even the bird knew that they had found their home, and though the young bear felt a twinge of guilt for having led the creature so far from where he had been safe and secure, he knew that his familiar acted on his own free will.

With a careful sweeping of his chartreuse gaze, the shaman breathed in the unfamiliar and remained on the edge of their world for several long moments. It was a shame that he had been so young when they had turned away from the woods and had sought the peace of the glaciers. There were only fleeting images that passed through his mind, but he did not know if they were true or if he had merely dreamed them. When Taggak fluttered to a nearby tree and cawed brightly down to the bear, Sos turned his sights up and smiled fondly at the dark-winged creature. With a steadying resolve, he drew his head back and called into the darkness for someone – anyone – to meet him at the edge of their claim.
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Atâtak Atsanik
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Whilst the boy carried with him a single black bird, Kove created a dark cloud overhead with the amount that he sent soaring up into the skies. He watched them fly so effortlessly, high into the sky, off to gather information for themselves for the day; they always returned, both the murder and the conspiracy, the war between them momentarily settled. Perhaps it was the winter months that encouraged them to work together, or perhaps it was brought on by the deaths of the previous leaders and the rise of new, younger birds. Whatever the case, he’d eventually speak with them about it, so that the crows, ravens, and wolves may all reunite as one.

When that might happen, he knew not, only that it would not be right that moment. For through the woods there cut a howl, the voice one he did not recognise—and so, he followed it.

Kove arrived shortly after the boy called, his head high but posture, overall, relaxed; at his age, he refused to be tense within his own home. Just as the voice was not recognised, he could not see the child as his son. They’d been taken so long ago, when they were so young, that the bodies he saw then were ones he could not pick out of a crowd now.

A shame, really.

“Hello,” he greeted with a nod. “What brings you here?” Perhaps he was searching for someone, or something—why else would a young one come to the woods, with the reputation they’d created?
little spirit
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But the spirit knew. She did not know exactly, but she knew when she saw those distinct markings that this was a wolf who had once been a part of this pack. Memories were not exact but they were there, she was certain of it: she knew this wolf. The Dark Master greeted the wolf first, and the spirit watched from the shadows. Well, not really the shadows, of course; her stark white appearance made her stand out even in the frosty season in the blackfeather woods, for they were dark and not covered in snow all throughout. They were both able to see her if they tried, the new-but-not-new wolf a little easier than the Dark Master, for she appeared behind the Dark Master and remained there as she studied the new-but-not-new wolf in silence and waited for him to answer something along the lines of, "but I lived here before".

feel free to skip me if she's not addressed, to keep things moving. :)