The forest stands tall and lush here; ancient trees reach weather-twisted arms to the sky, fighting monster-like storm clouds back with their interlacing fingers. Shadow seems to lurk everywhere you look, but it spills calmly, coolly, inspiring a sense of stealthy calm or protection rather than unease. That is, if you've forgotten what kind of creature might be stalking just out of sight...Abendrot is a land cradled by the dark woods on all sides; in the center, some of the larger trees stay behind to reveal a small plateau - a citadel where this pack can gather and defend itself from invaders. There are, of course, softer sides to the land. Clearings here and there allow the sun to throw down its rays in incongruously resplendent gold showers. Ignore the lingering scents of blood spattered here and there along the borders: those do not concern you. The river on one edge of the territory is playful enough when it hasn't been gorged by violent rain. You can choose to note the ragged claw marks raked down tree trunks and the forest floor as friendly "Home Sweet Home" signs, if you wish.

All who treasure loyalty, order, victory, and the occasional indulgence of raw visceral pleasure are welcome, once they've been approved by the ever-watchful eyes of Abendrot's Alpha. But keep one thing in mind: no matter what your motive, this is not a fool's Paradise. This is the land of soldiers, assassins, and spies. This is ABENDROT.

Make up your mind quickly and prepare to prove your worth. You wouldn't want to add to those blood spatters, would you...?

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Sicaria listened politely while the Alpha spoke. His voice was powerful and commanding; she could tell straight away that he tolerated no nonsense in his pack- at least not currently, with whatever was going on. She had heard that there was a possibility of war with a pack larger than Abendrot. From what snatches of conversation she had picked up, she had gathered that one Alpha had insulted the other, though she couldn't say which. All these thoughts ran through her mind before the brute was still talking; when he finished speaking, she nodded, still never meeting either his or the fae's eyes. "I submit," she said, lowering her head and tail, "and I would like to hear what this mission involves before I accept it." She didn't completely trust these wolves yet; although they didn't strike her as the sort to send others on suicide missions, she could never be too sure. One thing she was certain of, though, was that she would be sent to do something that would involve the pack war.

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