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THE FOREST RANKS

THE GRAVEKEEPER

The Alpha Male of Taviora. He will accept all challenges and block any steals. He has taken an oath to protect all within the forest, alive and dead.

THE KEEPER OF SECRETS

This will be Moonshade's chosen co-alpha. They will also be able to accept challanges and steals in order to defend Taviora.

THE KEEPER OF TRUTHS

This rank will belong to the chosen heir of Taviora. This wolf will probably share Moonshade's blood. This rank can be challenged for if you believe that you are a better candidate for the job.

THE FOREST COUNCIL

Although the Alpha's have the final say in all matters, Taviora is still a pack, we are still a community. These wolves are the most senior members of our ranks. Their role is to guide, serve and protect. All of them have earned their place here and they should be respected at all times. Every position on the council can be challanged for by a subordinate pack member. However the council has the right to block a pack member from gaining the position if they have concluded that the individual has placed their own selfish desires before the best interest of the pack as a whole.

THE TUSKS

The packs lead fighter. One of the strongest and bravest in our ranks. They will answer the call to protect the forest if either of the Alpha's are absent.

THE JAWS

The packs head of defence. They are our chief hunter and guardian to all within the forest borders. They know every inch of Taviora and every wolf within.

THE HORNS

The packs most senior teacher. They are responsible for teaching and guiding all of our young and new members so that they will reach their full potential.

THE EYES

The packs trusted informant. This wolf spends a lot of their time outside the forest borders, keeping their eyes, ears and nose peeled for news or potential trouble. Due to the secretive and dangerous nature of this rank, only a wolf that the pack can trust with their lives will obtain this responsibility.

THE DARKDWELLER

This is Taviora�s Head Healer. This wolf is responsible for treating the pack's wounds, injuries and illnesses. They are also expected to be one of the first on scene when a mother goes into labour. Along with their counterpart, The Soothsayer, they will train future healers for the service of our pack and our allies.

THE SOOTHSAYER

This is Taviora�s Head Counselor. Their knowledge of healing and herbal remedies are equal to that of their counterpart, The Darkdweller. This wolf specializes in helping us conquer the unseen demons in our heads and our hearts. They are also expected to help bring all children of the forest safely into this world.

NIGHTWATCHERS

Our trusted packmates that guard the borders while the rest of us sleep safely in our dens. If something is amiss within our lands, they should be the first to intercept any threat and call for back up when needed. Some might not call themselves soldiers, but they will spill blood if push comes to shove.

DAWNSTRIDERS

The most diligent and selfless of our pack. They are up at first light and leave our inner sanctum every few days in search of prey. They hunt far and wide in order to make sure none of us go hungry. While not out hunting, they are free to relax or assist the Nightwatchers, Daylightres or Dawnstriders with their tasks.

DAYLIGHTERS

This group will make up the bulk of our pack, they are our beloved family. They are generalists and commoners who are charged with looking after the most central and sacred parts of our home. Along with The Horns, they are expected to watch out for our children. We are happy to keep all within our ranks that love and respect the forest of Taviora.

DUSKWALKERS

Rumoured to be the most free spirited and independent members of our pack, they guard when no other eyes are available. They wander down all the winding dirt paths and have been known to explore into the freelands. They are envoys and ambassadors who assist The Eyes with their duty of keeping us all safe.

ANCIENT PINES

These wolves are older and have retired from active service. We thank them for all that they have done for our pack, however long or short their tenor was. They shall live out the rest of their years with the best food, shelter and company we can offer them.

THE BRIAR PATCH

This is the name for Taviora�s nursing mothers and their litters of puppies. Once they are born, at least one parent is expected to temporarily step down from their role in order to raise their pups for the first 6 months of their lives. An exemption can be made if another mother is willing to look after the young while the parents resume their service to the pack.

THE SAPLINGS

Too big for the briar patch but not yet old enough to be called a daylighter. These are all puppies between the age of 1 and 3. Pups can start their training from 2 and above if The Horns has found a suitable Mentor for them.

THE WELCOMED

These wolves are welcome within our borders anytime of the day or night. Blocking their access will be met with disapproval and possible punishment.

THE BANISHED

They are enemies of our pack and their presence will not be tolerated within or near our home. Those caught in contact with a wolf on this list will likely share the same fate.

THE SACRED TOMBS

Our brothers and sisters that have sadly left us for their next adventures. We give thanks for their lives and we send them on with all our love, hopes and dreams. Moonshade will accept the bones of any wolf that has ever called Taviora their home and will find them a special place within our hallowed grounds. Every burial mound is individual and sacred. Tampering or messing with one will not be tolerated. A crime against the dead will be treated as though it has been committed against a living pack member.

Remember, we are always watching from the shadows ...

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Far and away, other members of her pack were hunting big game. She had wanted to join them, to take part in the camaraderie that was a pack hunt, but Moth had been firm that she should be mindful of her body for a couple of weeks, and somehow launching herself at a moose or something didn�t seem particularly �careful.� She didn�t want to find herself at the losing end of an upbraid from the shaman, and she would feel ungrateful besides. So she watched them go, sending her hopeful thoughts along with them; she wished for their success, and for a safe return for all involved in the hunt. Large prey could pose dangers, even to a group of wolves. Once they were gone there was nothing for her to do but rest more, and she�d grown bored during her downtime. Other than a lingering tightness around the bite wound, her symptoms had all but disappeared, and she was quite hungry, so she justified that it would be okay to find something small. Something without hooves, tusks, or antlers. She needed to eat, after all, and maybe she could even contribute to the upcoming feast. Maybe Sen would be there. She thought of him almost constantly, wondered what he was doing and when he would be back. It was strange that she hadn�t seen him even once since she�d come back, but she tried to brush it off as pack business. He�d really taken to pack life, and he�d taken to being a healer, too, so it wouldn�t surprise her to learn that he was simply busy elsewhere. Still, his absence nagged at her. Sometimes she�d catch his scent on the wind, as if he was nearby, and her heart would flutter the way it did when he was close. The den sometimes smelled as if he�d just been there. And yet he was a ghost. Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her, fueled by her powerful urge to see him, to embrace him and take in the warm smell of his fur. Once she even wondered if he truly was around and was just avoiding her�but no. Sen had followed. Sen had asked her to stay. He wouldn�t just let her go. The den was on the outskirts of Taviora to begin with, so she didn�t have to go far to find an area less traveled. She just melted into the trees beyond and listened as she moved. The day was clear, the sun high, last night�s snow fresh beneath her paws, muting her careful steps. She was still thin from her travels, but the long muscles under her skin were only more obvious for that. A warm, familiar smell drifted to her, and her stomach came alive as her mouth moistened at the thought of the young raccoon�s broken body between her teeth. He was digging through the snow at the base of a tree, deft fingers searching through the leaf-litter underneath; his back was to her. He never even turned to see her coming. She rushed him all at once, and just that quickly the blood was on her tongue, ambrosia against her taste buds. She let him fall back to the ground and stood over her prize, her breaths a rush of steam in the frigid air. Her leg felt good, maybe even a bit less sore after really testing it for the first time in a couple of weeks. She was tempted to eat her catch right where it lay, but she took the raccoon in her mouth and made her way back to the den with bouncing, self-assured steps. Maybe fresh meat at the mouth of his den would catch his attention. If not, she could bring the rest to Reian, or contribute to the pack feast. She had decided to try, to really try, and try she would.
hush. Gavriel, Delya, Kellin Reian, Mireille, ~~Roamin~~ Namira, Calyx	they sing in clever tongues oh, how my knees go weak to be the one;

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THE KEEPER OF TRUTHSTHE CHOSEN HEIR

THE KEEPER OF SECRETSTHE SECOND ALPHA

THE TUSKSLEAD FIGHTER

THE JAWSHEAD OF DEFENCE

THE HORNSSENIOR TEACHER

THE EYESTHE INFORMANT

THE DARK DWELLERTHE HEALER OF FLESH

THE SOOTHSAYERTHE HEALER OF HEARTS