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 call sends a chill of anticipation through my veins as I stop to turn my own muzzle up, letting my own haunting melody escape into the air, letting Kershov know that I'm on my way. My tail gives a flick, wondering how his adventure into Bright Moon went. I know he was going to send the alpha Tamlin a message. Their last meeting didn't exactly go as planned. One of Tamlin's wolves was kidnapped and he came packing, literally, to get her back. Kershov came to meet the challenge, trying to offer Tamlin an alternative, a friendly alternative at that, something that shouldn't be taken lightly, and then Tamlin just spit in his face and took the girl home. What a prick.

Kershov could do better for allies, anyway, in my opinion but that's hardly the point. Tamlin offended Kershov and that will not go unanswered, trust me. I don't know what Kershoc has in store for the Bright Moon pack now but maybe this meeting will shed some insight into the deadly king's thoughts. I, for one, am always up for picking his brain.

I take my time getting to the meeting, not out of disrespect for my alpha, just because I know he'll understand if I don't come racing in, all pistons firing. That would just be a waste of my energy and who knows? I may be needing every ounce I can spare soon enough.

As I get near, the scent of none other than Wolverine touches my nostrils and I wrinkle my nose in interest. So the dog with the 'tude has saw fit to present himself at a pack meeting. How very intriguing. I can't wait to see how this goes over. And first to the call, such a do-gooder. Maybe I should find some new pet names for him. Overachiever or something of the like. I'm sure he'd just be drooling to sink his teeth into me then, if he's not already. I'm sure he's already got a hit list with my name on the top. The thought brings a teasing smirk to my ivory lips.

Another scent to reach me is foreign and has my ears flickering alertly. A new recruit, must be. Kershov will be pleased. I smell testosterone so another male. As long as this one's not as pig headed as Wolverine, he should do just fine under Kershov's command.

The next perfume to reach me has Fallacy written all over it and I flick my tail in approval. She always has been a prompt arrival to all the meetings. Perhaps that's why Kershov likes her so much. She's always seemed a little too boring for my taste, really, but you can't always get the girls with the looks, brains, and humor. I like to banter and well, she just likes to kill. There's no fun in killing without the battle of wits. Or maybe I'm just too hard to please.

I arrive at the meeting, two toned gaze of blue and green scanning the wolves present, over Fallacy's porcelain coat, giving her a respectful nod of greeting before casting my gaze on the stranger. He introduces himself as Loki to Kershov so I make sure to memorize that name, my eyes roaming his frame with interest before moving on to Wolverine. Here, I can't help but grin, flashing my fangs in his direction, eyes gleaming teasingly before I look over to Kershov, last but certainly not least in any respects. I bow my head respectfully before him, stepping forward to nuzzle roughly under his chin before rubbing my side down his entire length, not being gentle by any means since I know he wouldn't expect that of me.

Once he's rubbed down with my scent and his surrounds me, I circle back around and go to sit off to the side, though close enough to him in case he needs something. My eyes offer him a tease in themselves, arching my brow up with silent questions though he knows he'll never get them out of me until we're alone. Alas, it's been far too long since I've been alone in my king's presence.



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