Whitebark Stream adamo
Trade  August 02, 2020, 10:25 AM
Germanicus
Whitebark Stream
II
the arrival of the three déorwine siblings into the ranks unsettled germanicus. like artyom, he was pleased for the trio of new jaws to help fill caches for the growing young. like artyom, the guard was satisfied by the addition of warriors and a healer to their locale.

but artyom was consumed in his emotion, and unlike germanicus, did not seem rightfully suspicious. 

there was also the matter of their names. he had prayed quietly to his war-god upon that subject, in hopes that he was only hypervigilant over the shadow of an earlier past. in silence germancius waded into the stream, intending to fish whilst he turned his thoughts to lighter things and pale ico.
August 03, 2020, 12:52 PM
Célnes
Whitebark Stream
Recruit
The pack was of grayscale wolves, and while Célnes hadn't met all, and only a few, that was the streak she had noticed. Her siblings were all brown-variety, a blessing from the High Elk himself, but the wolves by the stream, seemed to not be. She was not one to dwelve too deeply within the religion of Déorwine family holds, but she had grown up with such skeptism. There was a wariness- but at the same time, they were kind.

Too kind.

They let the trio in without another thought to be. Not to mention the disappearences the three, who wander away from the territory for scouting purposes... And obviously, for Kendrick, whome she now had found days ago. Though with her siblings be a bit absent, she couldn't share the news to them yet, and spent the few days within, simply waiting for them to return.

There, the elken woman came across the man she met a weeks days ago. With a smile to the corners of her lips, she walked toward him, "Hello Germanicus."

        
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Today, 10:16 AM
Germanicus
Whitebark Stream
II
the vestal had been troubled upon their last meet, and germanicus felt within him only a welling of annoyance for whatever had occurred to cause the sensation. ico deserved peace. the soldier planted his paws within the cool stream, muzzle poised to descend toward whatever fish arrived.

the trout jerked away at the sound of a voice, and germanicus narrowed his eyes only slightly toward the surface of the stream, turning to see the mahogany woman approaching. "célnes," he greeted. the name hung on his tongue, heavy, unfamiliar. 

heathen. 

"you and your siblings have settled well?" he inquired, straightening to join the newcomer with a past he knew only to be touched by ash.
11 hours ago
Célnes
Whitebark Stream
Recruit
"Yes," she said, nodding, "It has been.. A challenge, as we are used to our home more northern, more forested." Indeed so, the fact majority of these wolves were not of their own kind gave a sense of wariness to the Déorwine's. The elders would be frowning for these interactions with the unholy, but at the moment, she had forsake the culture for the livliness of survival.

"Does Whitebark hunt these rivers?" She questioned, eyeing the fish that swam through.

        
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