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 wander the borders, growing quite bored with the lack of wolves coming in lately. It's like they've either decided to go rogue for the rest of their lives or they just don't care for an army pack. Either way, it's their loss in the end. I rake my claws across the trees as I go, wanting to leave fresh marks of our existence. When the air suddenly hilters in scents of a small gathering nearby, I can't help but wander closer in curiosity, steping toward some bushes to peek through and see what I can see.

It seems Kershov and Marx are talking about something, a test of sorts for the soldiers. My lips curve into an eager grin as I listen in. Marx wants to "dispose" of the wolves who don't meet the requirements. I wonder if this means death, torture, or just exile from the pack. It's about time Abendrot got some standards. Kershov perks up suddenly noticing that they're not alone. I tense, figuring he knows about me but his head turns toward the opposite direction before asking Marx if the healer should join them. Well I know I'm no healer so I let my body relax as I squint toward the other set of bushes, noticing the flash of a porcelain coat. It must be Key, one of the newer healers.

Marx tells him to come join and I can see by his eyes that he has a purpose for the healer. Perhaps patching up the soldiers after he torments them a little? My eyes glow and finally I can't help myself anymore. Stepping from cover, I maneuver gracefully over to the trio, stepping daringly close to Marx, our fur brushing for a second, as I stop beside him and glance over, my eyes teasing. Oh, can I be first? Wouldn't want your General to be out of practice and not up to par with the standards. My tease is for Kershov with the question, eyeing him now as I flick my tail in eagerness.



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