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 hunt him down now. Me and Marx were not nearly done talking, especially after that little display in the grass last time we spoke. What came over him? It's like he was a puppy again or something. I'd be a fool if I didn't admit to myself that I liked seeing that side of him but of course I'll never let him know that. I still remain skeptical of anything changing this time around and yet still I torture myself by finding him. I want to be around him and I know that's more than hormones talking. Okay, so maybe I do have feelings for Marx, feelings that never completely went away when he disappeared and only got stronger when he returned and made a name for himself.

I like wolves with ambition, wolves who either have or crave power. Now that doesn't mean I want a wolf on a power trip that wants to call all the shots. I just want a little motivation is all. I can't stand wolves that are eager just to stay low rank on the totem pole and they're okay with that. How can you be okay with that? Every wolf should strive to be better in my mind. Marx has come from being lower than the lowest on the pole to being Kershov's top commander of his army. He shares the spot with Scorpio but that guy's hardly ever around so in my mind, Marx gets more points for effort.

That doesn't mean that I have to trust him again. I don't have to lower my guard again. I keep telling myself that I won't but every time I'm around him, it gets harder and harder to keep my head straight. Everything about him from his cologne to his muscle tone to his eyes to that rare smile, everything calls to me, draws me in like that famous saying, a moth to the flame. He is the flame creeping every closer and I am the naive moth, flittering just out of reach but wanting to be so near that flame that it burns. I hate it. I feel so vulnerable around him. I've never felt vulnerable before.

Even so I hunt him down and it doesn't take long to find him. He's curled up in some moss with his eyes closed but I know better than to believe that he's sleeping. Even when I'm in deep slumber, the slightest noise has me ready for attack so knowing Marx and how he's used to being alone, I'm sure it's no different. I creep closer and without thinking, I pounce straight at his back, talons outstretched to wrap around his torso as I bite down at his scruff. It's not a hard bite, something more playful, not even to pierce the flesh, just to bite at the tough skin and thick fur there. Even so I hope to alarm him. Okay, so he might try to bite my head off. I can take care of myself.

Let the fun begin.



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