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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The light filtered through the leaves of the trees that stretched far above her head, and cast speckled shadows across the soft ground of the forest. Her footfalls were muffled by the layer of dead and decaying leaves that littered the dirt floor, making her passage silent as she went. Her eyes darted about, her senses constantly on the look out for danger. She was hunched low to the ground, even though she was traveling the area between pack lands, where not wolf could lay claim to. She was nervous, as always, and even though she was glad to be back in Blossom Forest, she was cautious.

She was heading back to Cold Summers, the pack that she still considered her home. She had missed it dearly, and had jumped at the chance when her brother began expressing a wish to send a scout to check up on it. She had felt more comfortable in Cold Summers then she had at her home pack, and she doubted if she would leave again. She had left with Ater when Dracos had come to fetch Ater only because she was worried that her brother would be mad if she did not done so. But seeing Ater in the position of alpha in their birth pack, she knew that he was no longer the bully wolf she had grown up with. Cold Summers had changed him, helped him grow.

So now she found herself on a one-way journey back to her home, and she was passing through a very familiar area. She slowed as she realized she was just outside of the pack that Waptumewi had led her to when Black Winter’s leg was broken. There she had met with Hope, the mysterious white wolfess who seemed to terrify Waptumewi to no end. Her head cocked to the side as the image of the scraggly white male appeared in her mind. He had cowered down and taken off before they had even really reached the border. A sudden surge of will power came over her as she stepped up to the border, once more lying down, her head on her paws. Her ears were pulled back, and her tail tucked up against her stomach. She remembered how Hope had been the last time she had been here, it hadn’t been easy to gain the wolfess’s agreement to help. She had one more favor to ask of Hope, and she desperately hoped that the white wolf would oblige her.








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