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All Welcome  February 10, 2020, 12:57 AM
Arbiter
Pledged
Legion
To the borders again. Patrols weren't going to do themselves and she had probably spent less time making sure the northern borders were well-tended than the south. But it also made sense that would be the case as more wolves lived south than north. She had just finished walking a portion near one of the more clifflike sections and now the mouth of the bypass stood at her shoulder. Perhaps she would walk that way next, to see whether there was anyone to recruit.  But not right now.

She didn't see anyone in that instant so she looked away, scraping at the snow here where there as no trees to leave a calling card on. Arbiter then continued on, cutting a rut into the fresh snow, pausing only where a moose had passed through hours earlier. It was a calm day, without snow other than what was on the ground already. Perhaps it would encourage her travels.

Arbiter is often not a nice person and will think mean things without acting on them.
If you aren't sure whether her snarky thoughts might be readable, just ask!  IC≠OOC
February 12, 2020, 09:31 AM
Charles
Easthollow
Teenager
Instinct was all that kept him away from those forming borders. The coywolf was not too sure whether it was a true border or if it would take more time yet to form, and he nervously licked his lips as he stood and watched the stranger in the distance. Curiosity drove the young coywolf there, large coyote-like ears flopped forward as he approached. He tried not to be noticed, though Charles was too inexperienced to manage such a feat; he was very likely to be seen by the patrolling wolf as he slowly, carefully and tentatively approached the pack's borders, unclear whether his intent was to drop by for a visit, invade or simply observe and steer clear of it in the end.
February 13, 2020, 12:29 AM
Arbiter
Pledged
Legion
There was no question when Arbiter saw him -- there was a shift in her posture, her pace as she headed towards him along the outskirts. These lands were hers and that is how she moved. She was not going to let someone unknown pass by so close while she knew about it -- it would be improper, it would weaken her claim.

She was far enough away at this point that scent clues would be hard to read -- she needed to get closer to be able to tell, but even now her nose twitched for clues. The thing on the top of her mind was that they needed recruits, but if this turned out that was not to be, she was keen to get whatever advantages she could gain. As always. Whoever it was seemed young, but perhaps it was just the oversized ears that made him seem that way. Time would tell. As she approached, she called out, This is Legion. What do you seek?

Arbiter is often not a nice person and will think mean things without acting on them.
If you aren't sure whether her snarky thoughts might be readable, just ask!  IC≠OOC
February 13, 2020, 01:27 AM
Pheiros
Pledged
Legion
Patrols were hard for Pheiros, despite how badly he wanted to be better at them. It wasn't really the work that bothered him, it was the fact that he was often alone when he was on one. It was a long time to be alone, and he would start to get bored or his mind would start to drift to things that made him sad; that was usually the time he called it quits, vowing to return the next day and pick up where he left off. Unfortunately, this meant that he covered far less ground than an older, more efficient pack member. 

Speaking of efficient, today he had come upon Arbiter's scent while attempting today's patrol. His tail began to wag, and he excitedly started to track her down. Maybe she would let him join her, and then he could cover more ground today and maybe ask her more questions. He wasn't so great at tracking either, so it took him quite a while to find the leader. When he did finally make his way to her, he increased his speed, trotting exuberantly forward until he saw the stranger. He froze for a few seconds, smile fading from his face to be replaced by a more serious but curious expression. He took a few steps forward, Arbiter's words reaching his ears as he moved. He stopped at her side, careful to hang back just a little to show that she was definitely the one in charge. His murky gaze traveled from stranger to Arbiter a few times before finally settling on the boy. He wanted to know what he was doing here too, so he waited quietly for an answer to the leader's question.
February 13, 2020, 09:41 AM
Charles
Easthollow
Teenager
Don't pee, don't pee, don't pee, Charles kept repeating to himself as he closed in slowly but surely, with cautious steps. He wasn't too sure why he had such an innate desire to pee on these lands as the scents drew closer to him. Maybe it was because everything about this wolf screamed that she would get him for it. Maybe he wanted to be gotten. Maybe he missed mother's rough punishments before she completely avoided and ignored him. Maybe he wanted some affection, even if it was negative. Maybe he missed Riley. Oh, what the heckin' heck, of course he didn't. Don't be a sissy, Charles. But. But also don't pee.

It wasn't that long until the woman noticed him, and her posture changed. Charles froze in that moment for but a moment, licked his lips nervously. Legion, this was. What's a Legion? he asked as he came a little bit closer, large ears folded back and his body low and submissive instinctively. He stopped in his tracks again as he saw the other wolf draw nearer to the female and apprehensively stayed there, not sure whether it was wise to tread closer to the pair.
February 13, 2020, 11:47 PM
Arbiter
Pledged
Legion
One ear turned as Pheiros approached at rather the same time. She briefly took her gaze off the stranger to acknowledge him, but then it was back to the other boy. His submission appeased her -- or at least did so enough that she didn't push the matter, it wasn't like Arbiter was big on being relaxed at the borders. Arbiter thought this may be a good situation for Pheiros to learn as well, but only if the opportunity arose -- but first she needed to know a thing or two...

A legion can be an army. But this one is my pack. Was he from Easthollow? She thought maybe she could smell the familiar mix of scents that made that pack but she wasn't entirely sure. She wasn't exactly walking up close and sticking her nose in his fur, and they were much farther away now. There was, however, one very clear assumption she could make, You are far from wherever you're from. He hadn't really answered her earlier question, but Arbiter understood at least some of the naivety  -- or innocence, something along those terms -- of the younger wolves now. Instead she would see if his response to that told her anything.

Arbiter is often not a nice person and will think mean things without acting on them.
If you aren't sure whether her snarky thoughts might be readable, just ask!  IC≠OOC
February 14, 2020, 07:14 PM
Pheiros
Pledged
Legion
Pheiros straightened up as tall as he could as the stranger asked his question, hoping to look tougher than he actually was. In all honestly, he wasn't sure he could actually fight with someone. But he did want to help Arbiter protect the bypass, so maybe he'd need to figure out a way to get past that. Arbiter's voice brought him from his thoughts, and he realize he should probably be paying attention and not over-thinking the way he felt about things. He listened quietly while she finished explaining what Legion was, taking in her posture and they way she spoke and committing it to memory. Then his attention returned to the stranger, watching his expression as he waited to see what he would say in response to Arbiter's explanation.
February 18, 2020, 09:41 AM
Charles
Easthollow
Teenager
The woman who had seen him initially spoke, and Charles' gaze shifted nervously between her and the other wolf, who looked very tough. Charles was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to take him on (nor would he be able to take on the woman, or anyone, really -- life had taught him that much so far) but then again, he wasn't planning to try anyway. His tail twitched nervously between his hind legs and he licked his lips as he looked up at the woman. A legion is an army -- but this was her pack.

She said that he was far from wherever he was from, which was true enough to the mind of a wolf as young as Charles was. He nodded. I am. Was just exploring. He shifted his weight from paw to paw, not really sure what to do or say next; he hadn't exactly learned a lot about how to have a conversation or meet new wolves at all. The only wolves he really knew in his pack were his brother, who'd left, his mother, who'd left, and then Kaito and Leta. Charles felt a pressure on his bladder but talking helped, as it kept his focus on something else and his nerves in check at least a little bit. He wondered: Is your pack an army? Because she had said that a Legion is an army.
February 23, 2020, 04:29 PM
Arbiter
Pledged
Legion
An interesting question, and her response was brief albeit somewhat vague, Should our neighbors remain peaceful, there is no need for it to be. If they didn't, things would change, but that would mean things were changing in multiple places, so that wasn't exactly unsurprising. She didn't think that the wolves native to her were the sort who much wanted a real army. Instead, she built some sort of hybrid and if fate decreed it needed to be, so it went. Either way, she wasn't inviting trouble.

I am Arbiter. She then looked to Pheiros, partially to see if he wanted to introduce himself, but also because at this point she was inviting him to come interact as well. The other youth didn't seem to be up to no good or anything, so though she might not be relaxing entirely, she'd slack the reins a little.

Arbiter is often not a nice person and will think mean things without acting on them.
If you aren't sure whether her snarky thoughts might be readable, just ask!  IC≠OOC