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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I slowly raise my head, wondering what kind of trouble I can get up to today. Things have been pretty active since the pack meeting but nothing big is going on, or so I know of. Maybe I should get out there more, get better informed before I lose my rank as Beta female/General of Abendrot. I've worked hard for that rank and I'll be damned before I give it up willingly. Raising myself to my paws, I take my time stretching and yawning until I'm satisfied that I'm ready to face the day. My two toned eyes of green and blue are bright and alert as always as I look around my den, wondering who else is up and moving this early. As night predators, we're out most of the night and so the morning hours are usually spent snoozing, resting up for another long night. Last night I managed to bag a rather large hare. I carried it back to the den and feasted like a queen. Of course, it doesn't fill you up and you don't have left overs for later but food is food.

I trot down to the stream and wet my throat before heading to do some border patrol. Time to remind the other wolves of the pack whose in charge with Kershov's not around to bite their heads off and keep them in line. I'm no pushover either. There are no new scents that I can find so I leave the borders feeling satisfied and more than ready for another long nap before the evening hits. But then I come across a scent and I can't help but trail it, finding the old tang of blood in the cologne to be simply fascinating. I find myself outside a den, a smaller one like something we'd give a prisoner to sleep in. It's cozy and a shelter, but it has none of the roominess of most of the pack wolf dens. That tells me this wolf is either one of the slaves that ws kidnapped or he was really late on picking out his den before all the good ones got taken.

Brushing it off, I continue tracking the scent since it looks like the wolf ventured off away from his den. I come across the figure moving ahead not too soon after. My paws gently cup the earth, making my approach silent as I take time to observe him. He looks like he's got a purpose in mind, his eyes seeming to wander as if looking for someone. Curiosity getting the best of me, I speed up until I catch up to his flank. My voice purrs like a feisty feline, dual toned eyes daring him to make a wrong move. Where you headed? Oh, where are my manners? I'm Enigma. Who are you? I blink my eyes innocently, playing the role of the curious wolf with no ulterior motives but there's a mysterious gleam in my eyes that any smart wolf would catch on and know that everything is not as it seems.



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