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 smell of a pregnant female on the borders gains my attention as I wander the borders aimlessly. My paw is healing from the flood, the broken claw still throbbing sometimes but I can tolerate it. I think more about Marx's wounds. I've been tending them, helping them however I can even though I don't really know anything about herbs or healing. Marx seems to enjoy the attention and my skin flares with heat every time I think about our time spent together in private. It's good to be on good terms again with the dark male. I did miss him, no matter how I didn't want to admit it. Curious to see why there's a pregnant female on our borders, I roam closer, inhaling the scent of Saw Tooth. The warrior pack. Did they send her? Surely they wouldn't be that stupid. Then I smell him and my heart beat skips a beat or two. Marx. He's there with her. Now I've even more curious. I prick my ears, able to make out some voices now. Marx is volunteering to lead the female to shelter, promising safety. I'm surprised to hear the gentle voice from him and yet my ears flatten, my features softening. This is a new side of Marx, a side I hope to see sometime. A new scent beckons my nostrils, my head lowering a bit instinctively. Kershov. He sounds sarcastic and unamused as always, bringing a smirk of humor to my lips. I hear him telling Marx that he will go to Saw Tooth so they know that their pack mate is secure and unharmed. That sounds smart. My tail flicks in approval. I can hear the female now, cooing to her puppies who I'm guessing are still unborn. She cooperates with him, but I don't hear anyone moving. Taking my own lead, I step out of cover, holding my head high with confidence, though not as high as Kershov. My two toned eyes of sparkling green and bright blue take in the pregnant female, inhaling her perfume once more, features turning blank and unemotional as I tilt my head, only curiosity shining in my gaze.

"Come with me, darling. They'll have a boy talk for hours if you let them." Giving both males a scolding look though one dripping with amusement, I smirk and turn on my heels, heading toward my den at a slow measured piece. Sure it might mean finding a new place to sleep tonight but perhaps Marx won't mind sharing his own for the time being...



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