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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Kershov looks as surprised as I am by Marx's remark about the pack but it doesn't last long before his haunting gaze is pulled back to Minaj. He tells her that he can't take her congratulations because she'll be doing all the work. I guess that's a hint that Kershov won't be asking her to stay on account of the pups. He'll send her on her merry way or give her safety within the pack but he won't hover over her like most overprotective fathers. I guess that's all for the best. I don't doubt that Minaj can take care of herself.

I glance sideways at MArx before dismissing myself with a respectful head bow to Kershov. I turn my gaze back to Minaj for a few seconds, drinking in the power that emanates from her form. She must hold power somewhere, even if she did take the time to wash the scent away. I'll find out eventually. I always do. Even so my eyes glitter with respect, showing her the flash of one fang in an inside joke kind of way. She can have her secrets. I may find out but I'll still keep them for her since they're not mine to tell. Who knows? Perhaps we'll meet again on an occasion where some fun can come of the encounter.

I turn on my heels and disappear into the forest, part of me hoping that Marx will be in my wake and the other part wanting to run so fast that he can't catch me.



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