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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Frightened for the lives of her unborn young, tired, in pain and barely standing, Channing focused deeply on controlling her breathing and stopping her legs from buckling beneath her. It had been decided that Marx would lead her to a den within the borders of Abendrot and Kershov himself would be travelling to Saw Tooth to give news on her whereabouts. Worried thoughts flashed through her mind as she imagined what Henadin would do at the arrival of the ghostly white king. Her only hope was that Moth would be present to calm the situation down. In all honesty Channing wished no ill-will towards the Abendrot monarch. He and his pack members had been calm and collected about the situation and had offered her a den to safely birth her young. For now they were as ‘caring’ as they could possibly be and so she would be eternally grateful.

As she eyed the two males discussing an action plan another scent presented itself to her nares. It was one that brought relief with it, though it still belonged to Abendrot. A female exposed herself from the bushes not long after her scent, her head was held confidently but no emotion showed on her cranium. ’Come with me, darling. They'll have a boy talk for hours if you let them.’ Channing turned her gaze towards the multi-hued ess noting the two toned eyes blessed to the female. A small, thankful smile stretched at the pregnant femme’s kissers until another shot of pain hit her abdomen. The new female turned not long after that, no doubt heading towards a den. Channing slowly moved forwards her sunken belly swaying below her. She hesitated for a moment flashing the King and his second in command a look of gratitude before allowing soft lyrics to escape from her jaws. ”Thank you.” That was all that need and all that she could manage to say.

Moving as fast as she possibly could with a swollen stomach Channing tried her best to keep up with the femme leading her through the strange lands. It was a weird experience to be shown through the neighbouring pack lands with only two escorts and no hostility shown towards her. It would have been a fabulous opportunity for many packs to get over the borders and spy on the workings of the Abendrot warriors, but that was not why she was here. A sigh of relief was released from her jaws as a den came into view and one that held the familiar scent of the girl in front. As they reached the den Channing paused her forward movements turning her head to face the lass. Although not in her own pack the girl still had her manners. ”I see this is your den. May I enter?” It would be disgraceful to enter without permission and so she would wait for her answer. With Enigma’s permission to enter the den Channing quickly settled herself at the back of the den, the cool and dark setting relaxing the ess slightly. Now nicely settled and playing the waiting game Channing slowly opened her maw to address the two wolves who had escorted her to safety but her words were overtaken by a slight scream. A searing contraction pounded up her abdomen and the lass was knocked sick. It was the worse contraction she had experienced yet and a look of horror masked her features as the urge to push became apparent. The pups were coming, willing their mother to let them out of the safety of her womb and despite her best efforts the female let in to the pain of labour. She readied herself for more contractions and the arrival of her first pup.

Channing ~ Adult Female ~ SawTooth ~ Tied to Henadin ~ Mother of Terrel & expecting.

OOC- Can I just say that Enigma said yes to her question and she was allowed access? I just wanted to get her in and get the pups birthed.




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