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 am slightly baffled when Skeletor says he wants to be just like me. I am not used to being admired, though I'll admit I do enjoy it. The young pup had sneaked up on her siblings quietly enough, I had heard louder wolves in my time. With a lot of hard work she could be fairly good. "I could train her," I say to the frosty king. "Stealth comes to her much more naturally than to others I know. I'll have to test her abilities to listen carefully and make connections, but it seems worth a shot." I carefully keep my eyes off my alpa's tail. "It's funny, really," I comment."I can remember when Ruhani and I were radicals for thinking pups could be soldiers. Now look at them flooding in. You would think this is Spring Grounds or some such."
Truffle is upset that she is not inckuded in the puppies games. I feel a stab of sympathy for her. I know from experience that it is hard to be alone and rejected. And so I became hard. I have no feelings to be hurt. Or so I tell myself.

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