Loni | Female | Shakira | M: Open

Indirect: Rune, Alari, Lilith and the youngsters at the beach

The obsidian colored she wolf sat in the shade playing with roots in the ground with her claws. The dirt was soft and dry from the lack of rain that has been around. She tilted her head watching the ground as the dirt. Loni looked around seeing her brother and mother speaking in a private manner. Her head cocked to the side as she watched them curiously. The images of Rune appeared in her head. She murmured “A mother that had Secret….. Secret… filled with fire…” She silently removed herself from the ground and saw the young alpha wolf. Alari had come back with her scent betrayed her and a mixture of ocean. Her eyes narrowed as the spiraling of the images in her head of Alari. She quickly exited the camp without a noise or fuss as if her presence was never near.

“Flower… The flower without a secret will turn poisonous.. But Snow is much more needed for Flower.. The Flower will bring peace.. Or seek havoc amongst others..” She uttered under her breath as she moved quickly to the beach.

She was still in the treeline, but she saw other wolves on the shore decorating for the ceremony. Her eyes saw the young male apprentice. His eyes were bleeding and she shook her head to watch it disappear. “Tears of blood from innocents will stain the grounds where the Druids reside..”

The visionary was slowly realizing that things were going to happen soon. Though she had a feeling in her gut. It was too late… She knew all she could do was act like nothing was going to happen. Act like something was not going to come out of the shadows for all to see. The shards of sand stabbed her paws as she moved out to the sand. Loni had to stay busy for own sake as her sanity was becoming more elusive. As it was slipping away as the visions were more frequent and twisting her own reality to a nightmare. Loni had nowhere to start, but to collect the large seashells that were in the water. As the water stung her cut up paws, but she did not feel a thing. She needed her mind more busy and her paws to do something other than walk. A distraction from what was happening in her brain or what was happening below everyone’s nose.

(Short)

Fenrys - M - Akashi - Mention(s): Acheron
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Fenrys studied the lone wolf. He certainly looked the part when he said he traveled alone - his fur and demeanour seemed to indicate a wanderer.
His explanation of why he was here was also acceptable - he might have seen the trail of blood and simply followed it, ignoring all our scent markings surely he wouldn't've missed.
Fenrys didn't think the other wolf meant any harm. He had made that pretty clear. And Fenrys thought if it came to a fight, he had a higher likelihood of walking away still standing than lying on the ground with his guts torn out against this wolf. He wasn't Akashi for nothing, after all.
Fenrys's defensive pose dropped slightly. He doubted that the male would attack him - surely he knew better than that. Fenrys pegged the male as the type to not directly provoke anyone.
And yet... Fenrys couldn't help but feel that he was hiding something.
Sure, he had plausible explanations, and at least respected him - surely, he knew he was at least two years older than him - but really, who was he?
He didn't say his name either, Fenrys suddenly realized.
Really, he needed more information to go off if he wanted to judge this new wolf that was in their territory. Fenrys thought briefly about the elk search he was doing earlier, and pushed it aside. That could wait.
"So... what's your name? And where do you come from?" If this unknown male answered his questions, he'd answer them too. If he didn't answer the questions, he knew he would be hiding something. For Fenrys was only going to give him as much information as he gave him.

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(It's short... I know... sorry)

Malakai | Male | Omega | M: Xiomar, Yemiao

The large brute noticed the male would most like to listen to what he said. He would find Alvi’da later when he found the remedy and once he was back. Rune had to take the omegas and prisoners out for a patrol. Great Idea SIk. The bad behaved wolves to go on the patrol with one wolf. Though he knew Rune was Eudora’s son, and well he was something else. He dipped his head toward the Beorn with a simple respect. He noticed Alari at came back with the scent of the ocean. She looked panicked with anxiety, but she concealed it with anger. He scoffed to himself His niece could not fool him.

He quickly exited the camp for the patrol, not eager to wait for the others. That would be just idiotic for him to do. That he would wait for these wolves to just wait and band together for a lousy patrol. When no greater threat is out there other than bears.

Then a sweet scent hit him.. A scent that he knew well. A scent that was his own, but not him. His eyes darkened and he found a sneer expression on his face. He slowly stalked the scent quickly, but silently.

He barked “My sweet daughter… What are you up to and not helping your cousin’s ceremony for her… You know what title..”

He did not see her and sat on his haunches knowing he could overpower her. He shall wait for her to appear and speak to him.

(Short)

Nikolai - M - Shakira - Mention(s): Spirit (ind: N/A)

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Nikolai, having hung out in the forest for longer than he probably should have, slowly wandered back to camp, making sure he took as long as possible to get there. It's not like he didn't want to go back - he just didn't want to be ordered to go back to the beach (ugh, the sand) and actually do something.

So Nikolai took his own sweet time on the way back to camp. Sniffing at an odd flower, walking reeeeally slowly, and generally wasting time. Because - ugh - he didn't really want to do anything. Especially not on te beach.

Sooner or later, however, Nikolai ran out of ways to dawdle, and found himself on the fringe of camp. Looking upwards, he checked the time - damn, the sun was getting really high - and quietly observed camp.

Most of the wolves were already on the beach, doing stuff. Nikolai didn't want to go back there. So he quietly observed camp.

There didn't seem to be many wolves in camp any more, most of them having been sent out to the beach by that not-yet Beta. The prisoners were still prisoning, though, and some wolves seemed to be going around looking important, Nikolai searched for someone he could have a talk to, and who would let him look like he was doing something without actually doing something. His eyes lit on Spirit, coming out of the forest in the other direction, a rabbit in his mouth. Nikolai wasn't the best of friends with Spirit, but they had a mutual acquiscience, and Spirit probably wouldn't mind having a conversation with him. Nikolai hoped. While he didn't wantto do work, he would be more inclined to do work (even if it was on the damn beach) than get ratted out for doing absoluteloy nothing.

It wasn't usually want Nikolai did. Usually he liked participating, and did help. But when it came to the beach - Nikolai straight-up hated it, and tried to skive off as much as possible.

Like today.

So Nikolai wandered towards Spirit. That conversation was coming to him.

Yémiào

Shaman's Apprentice | One Years Old | Mentions: Laverna, Malakai , Alrai and Valdís

The young female had to sigh ; her patient was quite fussy. Given injuries he had a right to be and it seemed that there was a rather upsetting story behind it. She didn't want to say anything but he smelled of other wolves - ones that didn't smell like her home and they smelled dangerous. There was also a lingering scent ; one akin to his own but older and younger - perhaps familial? But it was drowned out by the horrid scent of blood and medicines. She worked in haste - removing the soiled bedding and then gingerly adding more moss for the base and then soft fern leaves with lavender and then some feathers of geese and ducks with more grass and some lichens . It was honestly a comfortable little bed and she hoped he appreciated her work. Once she was finished she let him back on his bed. She had made no comment on his behavior as she realized he was just getting adjusted and had every right to be suspicious and paranoid. And she perked her ears up at getting a name from him. She tilted her head to the side, he had stopped himself when saying his name , but she would say nothing. If it gave him comfort to use a false or shortened name until he was comfortable - who was she to call him out for it ? And she gave a soft smile saying, " Nice to meet you Vern, though I wish it would be under better circumstances for you . " she said her voice calm and relaxed. She took the rock he drank from and gave a satisfied hum and then went to the stream and retrieved him some fresh water to drink . "Thank you for bearing with the medicine ; this is fresh water from the stream in case you get thirsty later on. I know it's not the most ideal situation but your cooperation has been fundamental. " she spoke and then drug over a deer skin pelt, saying - "if you get a bit cool, here is a pelt for you . As it can be a bit chilly in this cavern as the moisture makes it a bit cooler than the norm. " and she gave a soft chuckle. She wasn't going to show any real hostility until he did so. He just seemed like someone who was far from home and was rather lost in his journey.

When he explained his situation in simple words, she perked her ears in alertness. Attacked ? And he was the sole survivor ? That was not good. She wanted to press for answers, but obviously he had lost his family to these vagrants - and would be insensitive to question him about it at the moment. But her heart was full of worry ; because those who harmed him could've followed his scent to her pack's home. Though they wouldn't dare trespass upon Druid territory - they were rather formidable in combat and reputation, though they might use the rumors of whispers of discord within the pack to their advantage. Her face was one laced in concentration due to her thoughts before giving a look of empathy and compassion towards him. Her amber eyes softer than they had been in a while, " I am sorry for your loss and what you have gone through. I lost my mother . . . so I share your pain in a way. Let's just say her killer has yet to be given his dues . " her voice was caring yet, at her statement her eyes grew hard with resentment , her voice holding a slightly bitter tone and one remembering things far away, " and do not fear retaliation, no one would be foolish enough to attempt to siege my packs home - we have been here for generations and have a reputation. My Aunt is the newly established Alpha of this pack - I am blabbing too much, " she gave an awkward chuckled before flicking her ear in embarrassment, " I will let you rest now, I'll probably have to let my mentor check on you later to get his expert opinion , " her voice laced with distate, "but the bastard would most likely criticize my work for no reason and make me clean his hovel of a den because he's a mangy fleabag" she huffed under her breath, before taking a deep breath. " But that probably won't be until after the Ceremony - which I'll tell you about later. Now get some rest, Vern - you look like you need it." Her voice soft and silky as she spoke.

She then could hear the approach of someone to her den, and the familiar scent of the one who was related to her by blood caught her nose. Her muzzle wrinkled in annoyance. What did the bastard want with her now ? She had to suppress an eye roll as he spoke to her. He, no doubt would take her half - dried appearance and muddied paws with the scent of herbs as normal because that's how she always looked after searching for herbs. But the blood would be harder to explain, unless she just blamed it on the cut on her paw. She gave him a neutral expression, " Malaki, I was just going to greet my Aunt and congratulate her on her most auspicious day ; it's such a privilege for her to be bestowed such a role. And not to mention have a strong male by her side to help her govern . I just was so busy getting spring herbs ; after all some of these will be useful in the future. I didn't get time to go to the beach to get sea sponges or sea foam though - that would've been nice. " she spoke casually and calmly. And she began walking away from the father to carry on her daily business.

" And pray tell what should you be doing ? Why are you bothering me - I thought Omegas were supposed to be under the watchful eye of the Beorn ? It would be best not to cause trouble for poor Rune . " she said with a sweet lilt in her voice bit the slight venomous sneer could be heard. She was his daughter after all, she wasn't that naive or sweet - she could be a bitch when she needed to.

The female hummed to herself as she made her way to the main pack area. She could see the Beta conversing with his younger sister and then she saw Alrai with Valdís - and she flattened her ears. It looked like the she - wolf was worried about something and expressing it to Alrai. But the younger female thought her problem would be more serious at the moment.

"Um, excuse me, auntie . . " the female squeaked , causing Valdís to stop talking out of curiosity, " I was looking for herbs today ; and I found an injured wolf. He's a young male , about apprentice age. And he was badly hurt ; and all I got out of him was he and I'm assuming his family or pack was attacked and he was the sole survivor. And I patched him up and he's resting in the cavern. " she said informing her aunt and leader, and then she perked her ears saying, " Oh, and I believe his name is Lavern ? But he seems to prefer to be called Vern. " she said her voice containing a bit of slight confusion along with amusement as she muffled a slight giggle . She then awaits the response of her Aunt.