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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The white and gray lass had just been accepted by Kershov himself. The numbers in the pack were seemingly low, and she knew that this was the life for her. If she was a spy or assasin waa unclear yet, she'd only just come in within the past few days. When the rain started falling, she paid no mind to it and continued to doze.

All at once, her eardrums exploded. An extremely loud crack of thunder spilled through the air, lightning blinding her. She was near the heart of the territory, but it was hard for her to miss the swishing sound of the river. It was a loud trickle, very loud trickle, that grew into a steady, loud gush. Through all the wind, rain, and thunder, she could just barely make out the sound of a howl. By the time she heard the brute's call, she was halfway there to the river. Running as fast as she could go through all the mud, pounding, relentless rain, and noise, she skiddes to a stop by a brute. She had to shout the predicament. Water was starting to lap at her paws already.

I don't know what you're planning, but this is too close to the heart! We need to evacuate all smaller wolves that cannot swim or even walk! We'll have to dig a trench about a few hundred feet away!

Her plan was to go and quickly get one wolf to round up all pups and elderly taking them far from any water source and tree that might knock down. A cave would be nice. If they could find enough wolves, about a few hundred feet away from the fastly rising river, they could dig a large trench, and by then, the water would be just falling in. Then they would continue to make multiple trenchs until the rain finally let up and the water leaked back. There were many things that could go wrong, such as a trench collapsing before the water got to it, a wolf drowning in a full trench, falling trees, currents, et cetera. But it just might work.

We have to do this quick! We cannot risk any packmembers!

Letting out a loud shriek and yip instead of a howl, (which was more audible through all the noise) she called out for all packmembers and raced off into the undergrowth. She turned around and yelled back to Autunm

Start digging before it's too late!


Then she was off to evacute the dangerous area. Her heart was racing. Hopefully Kershov would show up and help, but it's not like they could sit and wait for him to come, sit and plan for this. This was a situation that needed to be tended to now, not like an attack that could be planned. The white and gray ess ran off into the storm.

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