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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A whisp of cloud
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I admit I’ve been somewhat aloof as of late. Something of a lone wolf, but more of a wisp of smoke drifting through the treetops. I’ve been watching everybody lately from my treetop perches. I have mastered the fine art of tree climbing to a science. I can leap from branch to branch without making a sound. But no matter what I do I always miss Ruhani. I’ll find her scent, not yet cold, maybe an hour old, but never the wolf that the scent belongs to.
I feel guilty for not seeing her after promising that we would heal our relationship. Like the shoe is now on the other foot, although I know this is not entirely true. I have smelled the scent of another wolf near her, and her paw prints are heavier, though her kills have not increased. I glare. My friend is pregnant. There had been no scent of a brute being with her long enough to be familiar. It only leaves one explanation. Rape. It is almost time for her to give birth.
I hear her. She’s calling me. She wants me? I run towards the sounds of her voice. After a minute I realize how much faster the trees would be and I coil my muscles and leap into the lower branches. It is a simple matter of jumping to her cave.
Shyly I poke my head around the corner of the cave wall. I have never actually seen a pup, let alone a newborn. Well, Ru and I knew each other when we were pups, but I was out of the actual “puppy” stage.
Four of the new creatures were at her side. Each of them held some resemblance to her in their own way. I walk in silently as a fox. “They’re beautiful.” I say. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” I have never been a wolf of many words.


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