i am the blood of the mountain

Life had become quiet, serene upon the mountain as spring began to give way to summer. While scorching heat roiled over the rest of Moladion, the higher altitudes of my mountain home always managed to stay a few degrees cooler during these months. The air was still warming, however, and as I jogged through the lower reaches of my territory my tongue crept forward to peek out the front of my agape jaws. Despite everything seeming peaceful within Spirane, and perhaps even Moladion as a whole, I knew that was never the case. There was always something brewing beneath the surface, and a good alpha never let her guard down in respects to the safety of her pack. It was my hope that one of the primary sources of stress upon the wolves of Moladion - the ruling of Tobias and his lady in the northeast - would soon come to some sort of resolve in regards to whether they would pose a threat to Spirane. Both Tithe and Malina were gathering further intel for me, and soon I would go forth to meet with the wolves that Pan had recommended I make allies of. A gut feeling still pulled at me to find a way to remain neutral in these matters, but time would tell what would be best for my pack, and I would always put my pack first.

As twilight descended upon the mountain, I ensured the final marker along the western edge of my borders was firm and strong before turning up a path that would lead me back to my den. Less than three strides led me up the ascending trail before a howl summoned me back the way I had come. I paused for nary a moment, knowing that it would not take me long to reach Viora and finding it unnecessary to return her call with one of my own. Veering off the path, I cut through the foliage to another well worn passageway and jogged off in the direction where Viora was sure to be. Another wolf who was out gathering information for me, I'd honestly not been sure she would return. Our first meeting had lacked real promise, and when Fjallraven had gone off on her own for a bit and her other companion Magnus had never shown up it left me wondering if she would stay. She hadn't seemed keen to join the pack in the first place, but it seemed that once her mind was set on something she stuck to it, which I respected. Almost immediately she'd made her desire to work towards the rank of Spider known to me, and set out to complete the tasks. I hadn't seen her since.

Now she stood within the pack lands once more as I jogged towards her, my approach direct and amicable. If she had returned and called upon me almost as soon as she stepped foot within the pack lands, there must have been business to attend to. She was not a wolf that I felt would appreciate a warm greeting as some of my other pack members would, but perhaps in time I would get to know her better and find common ground to bridge the gap that had formed between us when we first met. "Viora," I said, slowing to a stop and standing before her. My posture was relaxed, for I had little need to assert my dominance in this situation. Softly my tail brushed back and forth along my hind legs, waiting expectantly to learn whatever Viora had come to share with me.

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