During the day, sentries guard the sleeping. When the sky is dark and the moon dances with the stars, this is when the real fun begins. Munashii Gekko's forest is the only haunt where you can find your local misfits all in one place. A land of the forbidden and forgotten, a place that is riddled with dangers of a whole different kind. The wolves here have long misplaced their rightful minds, and now live like creatures damned to prowl and lurk through the night. It's easy to lose yourself here, sanity was sure to fade away and wither; there was never anything normal about this nefarious nest. The silent threats that whispered in the breeze were enough to deter even the largest of demons around. It was not strength nor wit that ensured your survival here with Eric, and challengers would be torn down with a morose lethality - there was nothing left in his cold blue eyes that promised mercy to anyone who dared to overstep their worth. So, would you give up the sun for the moon and stars? Do you have enough vigor to become a well regarded sentry? - Put on a game face to step up and pass the sepia king's test or turn and leave before he catches your scent. You never know who wants to snack on your delicious blood in this forest.

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Atra slapped herself mentally for making such a stupid error, slipping up that she had been told specifically by someone. Now this wolfess was curious as to who had told her of where to find Hope, and if she spoke of Waptumewi's name, she would be going against his wishes. And he had been kind enough to lead her here, she wanted to return the favor by doing as he had "asked".

Her eyes glanced up at Hope's white form, unaware of the fact that the wolfess was the one whom she had come to seek. "I'm afraid that I cannot tell you that. I've been asked not to use names." She said, speaking in a determined, yet apologetic voice. She wouldn't speak the white wolf's name, she couldn't do that to him. She couldn't betray his... trust, for lack of a better word.

She shifted almost uncomfortably as the fea spoke again. She swallowed lightly, she did not know who either of those wolves were, but she understood that they had most likely been the alphas before her brother had come along. "My brother found the lands deserted... The only wolf living there was a teen of the name Skydesvane. He decided to join us. My brother is doing his best to raise Cold Summers back to a powerful force, and he is rather selective of whom he allows acceptance..." She trailed off, realizing that her brother's case was not hers to argue.

"But the wolfess whom was hurt is in great pain, not just physically but mentally as well. She is a strong spirit, and the fact that she must now rely on others to recover is eating at her. The wound is very bad, inflicted by the kick of a bison. The risk of infection is high, and if that doesn't get her than the leg would be worthless, even if it did heal on its own. I came here to seek the help of Hope, and I beg that you at least let me make my plea to her." She lowered her head in a kind of bow. Her words were sincere, and she prayed to whomever would listen that the wolfess agree.







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