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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What exactly was it that had struck fear into Waptumewi? The actual fight and destruction, the shaking of the very beliefs he had held, or the thoughts of failure that consumed him? Hope knew he had not feared fighting, she had watched him face a foe so far beyond all of them with barely time to register the fact that it was all real. Was he afraid that they had lost back then and that they would lose again? Yet, he would have simply run away if that was true, and not stayed to lead Atra to her. No, Hope did not know what he was really scared of, only that he refused to speak with her.

Atra asked, and spoke of not wanting to be ignorant. This brought a bitterly amused smile to Hope's features, her gaze turning back to the black wolf as if to study her. How quickly her mood changed once more, from relaxed to more of a dominant air. She very nearly leaned forward, ears tall, head high, tail raising. Yet her eyes were calm, to say she was not angry, merely overpowering in simple presence. A remembrance of old times perhaps, this air that she drew about herself.

"What indeed."

Her voice was soft, like silk sliding over steel.

"Bright Moon was the name of our pack. The trees tall, the ground green and soft and whole. So you ask me what scares Waptumewi. Maybe it's that place, what happened there or me. In the end, I think he's more scared of me than the battle that ruined our home."

Now her teeth bared slightly in a menacing, wry grin.

"Fallen Alphas can be the scariest thing in the world sometimes."

Then it dropped, as if she pulled back from a line she was loathe to cross. The tension fell, back to her standing simply but proudly. Her gaze on Atra as if in silent amusement. And yet it was all not amusing, and somehow all serious as if it was a facade to scare the wolf off before more questions were asked.

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