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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The wolf remains inert as I approach, simply looking at me almost as if in boredom. I arch a brow up but make no comment on his absent mindedness as he looks right into my eyes and says not a word. Well, I guess this is better than the way Wolverine reacted. He seems disgusted with my eyes more than anything. I guess disgusted with me in general is more the word but I find myself quite proud of that title, at least when it comes to him. He's not the best piece of cake on the platter either.

The male before me has dull yellow eyes, almost robotic in his motions as he hesitates only a moment or two before folding up on the ground and rolling over, showing me his jugular as tradition dictates. I grin my approval, nudging my muzzle up to let him know that he can get to his feet if he wants to. He rolls back over and lies there, looking right at my chin but nothing above. Amusement flickers in my eyes at the fact that now he won't meet my gaze but it's often a show of respect so I'm not complaining. It's just not what I expected after messing with Wolverine.

He seems emotionless, robotic. I sigh. Well, I guess Kershov can't compliain too much about your idleness, as long as you do what you're told. Welcome to Abendrot, wolf. What's your name? I tilt my head a bit in curiosity, figuring it's only polite to at least know the name of the wolf I'm accepting into the pack. If he's lucky, I might even give him mine.



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