The air is heavy as you make your way through unknown territory, as you pause to sniff the air a drop of rain falls onto your nose. It is soon followed by another and another and soon the rain is pelting down in sheets, soaking you to the bone. The clouds are an angry purple and the menacing drumming of thunder rolls over the sky. Squinting your eyes against the blinding water you find yourself at the edge of a large, dark pine forest. You are too desperate for shelter to notice the scents that mark the border and plunge in, and nearly into the chilly stream that runs through the territory. You veer away and as you are shaking the water out of your fur you notice a large pair of icy blue shards gazing at you. The storm has passed now and beams of sunlight filter through the thick canopy of pines, illuminating a massive male wolf not three feet away from where you stand.

His pelt looks like a bad patchwork job of black and white and beneath them you see large, hard bands of steely muscle and you know this is a warrior for his torso is marred with many battle scars. His banner curls over his back and his lips are drawn, exposing sharp ivory daggers. When he speaks his voice is deep and dominant, like the thunder you so recently heard.

"Wolf, you have found yourself in the terra of the Andere Seite Pack. I am Eclipse, king of this land."

It is only then that you notice another pair of lanterns gleaming in the penumbra and a dark-pelted fae slinks out into the clearing to stand next to the king, her own banner waves and her green and blue eyes bore into you. She is the same size as most males and a crisscrossing pattern of scars show that she too can take care of herself. Her voice is cold and has a snake-like sound to it yet you can see they are both fair rulers.

"And I am Nephthys, queen of Andere. We don’t care much for strangers so you must make your choice, Submit to us now or flee our lands and never return. If you fail to do either you will have little time left to regret it."

The formidable pair pierces you with their gaze and you feel as if all your secrets spill out before them. You are left with a decision now. Will you submit and take refuge in this dark forest or will you flee and never know what secrets these trees hide? Make haste, you can see that the pair grow tired of waiting.

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Syndarblen took a steady trot through these new lands, nose in the air, vibrant yellow eyes scanning all around. Snow fell in soft flurries all around the large female, her long grey-brown fur speckled with a cold white polka-dot blanket. Shaking her coat out, the heavy-set female paused her path through the snow, curling her lip and whipping her head around, a savage snarl ripping from her throat. However, there was nothing there. Nothing but the frisky wind and lightly falling snow. Snorting, Synski moved on, long, powerful legs carving a path and keeping her body clear of the snow. Dark tipped ears flickered back and forth, constantly listening out for any sound of company.
Blossom Forest. It was an exotic and alluring name for this land, portraying well it's beauty and charm. Through her maddened haze, the she-wolf admired the land about her, the great intelligence of her mind deducting everything about the place without a second thought. A genius. That was what her mother had called her. Completely nuts, her father had said. To be honest, she was both. Her intelligence was so great that it had caused her to lose her grip on reality. Now all she had was a finger-hold and that was always in danger of slipping.
Pausing once again to scent the air, Syndarblen chuckled softly to herself. A pack had made it's home in this part of Blossom Forest. She shook her head, sitting her haunches down atop the snow and curling her long tail around cold paws. A small layer of snow coated her head, nose and ears as she waited patiently for someone to show, next to the border. She might be a little 'loose', but she knew the protocol as well as anyone. She wanted a pack. She needed a pack. She needed intelligent beings to speak with, for the trees and plants never gave much in the way of stimulating conversation. She needed a home.

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