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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Paws strayed from the path that had been worn down from the paws of wolves that had arrived to this pack. Abendrot.. She thought, the word sending a tingle down her spine. It was a while since she was last seen at the pack, and she was now returning. Family issues had brought her from the path to a faraway mountain range, where there was a little 'court', where many civilized wolves awaited her opinion for a case. A wolf was accused of murder; the victim was her mother. Anger coursed through her veins at this message, for her mother was a strong spirit and only the most idiotic wolf would think of killing her. Of course, the suspect was guilty, and blood gushed from his jugular vein as her own teeth performed the execution. The beauty of his death was that he admitted to the crime as he died, making her far more delighted to toss his body away for the vultures to feed. Even now, weeks later, she licked her lips and tasted the blood of her enemy. It was a glorious day, and she left in triumph. Of course, the girl somewhat grieved for her mother, as she was the one who took care of her and gave her the affection she sought, but now there was more important business to handle. Abendrot was her home, the place for an assassin like her, and she heard that there was a flash flood there. No one had died, but some were injured. And now that all family matters were solved--as her brother would now take care of business--she had to return to her home. Truffle had made sure to send a message to Kershov about her departure, but the wolves were not always the most reliable. If she ever came back to the mountains, she would most likely have to punish them. Even still, she was home, and she breathed in the smell of blood and death that everyone loves. A cool deadliness coated her blue gazers, and she stood at the border. Although her plan was to talk to Kershov, he might not be the one to accept her in the pack. She decided that she was too patient to howl, so she simply waited for her exotic scent to make her noticed by any wolf.

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