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 rain had stopped and Abendrot was rebounding from its flash flood era. Everything smelt so fresh and crisp after all that water- not a hint of blood on the border and the scent was greatly depleted, however, the lack of scent made it easier to distinguish the new scent coming from the northern border. The stiff breeze that came every now and then amidst the heat of the day brought with it a strange, yet familiar scent. Marx had passed Saw Tooth enough times to know a member when he smelt one, what’s more what the tinge to her scent, something different about her. Marx got up and stretched, jaws gaping wide in a yawn. He was still bruised from the river crossing, but most of the cuts were healing very well and didn’t hurt at all- thanks to Enigma’s attention to them. His wolf trot was unhurried, yet brisk- the scent hadn’t gotten fainter and the smell of fear got ever stronger as Marx came within range of the fae. He stopped mid trot, freezing on three legs, fourth held above ground, ears turning to the sound. There. It sounded again. A whine. A whimper of pain and Marx froze for a few more seconds before deciding on a course of action. He lowered his bodice into a hunter’s stalk, listening carefully. He could smell nor hear anyone else with this girl. He sighted her and immediately stood; giving away his position- unfortunately for her he’d already crept past her and done a half circle.

If she chose to run- it would be into the jaws of Abendrot.

The varg was silent, his gaze running up and down her. She was in pain, alone and obviously terrified- he would never mention the fact he was glad he was the first to come across her- this wasn’t exactly the pack known for bunny hugging. He spoke, his gentleman tones reaching her calm, assuring even. Marx did not sympathize, it was her own fault, perhaps even her mates that she should stray afar and alone knowing this was a possibility in her world.

Are you alone, dear one?

What was a genuine, compassionate query probably seemed like a menacing jaws form the slavering fangs of hell at the moment. Marx took a tentative step forward and smiled as genuinely was possible at the time. He made up his mind to escort her inside the pack to a nearby den and she could deliver there. Kershov would not let her leave of course, but Marx was in a moment of urgency and decided to address the present and put the future aside for the moment.

Follow me, I know a den a couple of minutes walk away and I can promise you safety there.

If she chose to leave, crawl away, he’d let her. It wasn’t his job to protect other packs, so he gave her a curious look and turned on his spot and started cutting through the foliage, stopping to look back over his shoulder to see if she could successfully walk.






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